jump down, turn around, pick a bail of cotton. jump down, turn around, pick a bail a day. [chourus] oh lordy, pick a bail of coton. oh lordy, pick a
Lord, in a bourgeois town It's a bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around Home of the brave, land of the free
Oh, Hudy Leadbelly Yes, he was my best friend Hudy, Hudy Leadbelly Yes, he was my best friend Well, he could pick more cotton Yes, I'm meaning four or
Black girl, black Girl, dont lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine I shivered the whole
On a Monday, I was arrested On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail On a Wednesday, my trial was attested On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail
Come and take heed, be sworn by the death of Ella Speed, Come and take heed, be sworn by the death of Ella Speed, Now Ella Speed was downtown and she
They hung him of a cross They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me One day when I lost They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross
My mama told me My sister too Said, 'The Shreveport women, son, Will be the death of you' Said to my mama, 'Mama, you don't know If the Fannin Street
Well-a Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine Well-a Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine He's taken all the women and left the men behind Well
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the
Relax your mind Relax your mind Ooh, it'll make you live a great long time Sometimes you've got to relax your mind. When the light turns green Ooh push
I told her no! Baby you know I don't wanna go Justine I ain't goin' Down to no Red Cross store She come down Justine, tell me I wanna talk with you in
Take this hammer, carry it to the captain Take this hammer, carry it to the captain Take this hammer, carry it to the captain Tell him I'm gone Tell him
When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields back home When I was a little baby My mother would
Chorus Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, Oh that Rock Island Line is that road to ride, Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road,
There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And its been the ruin of many a poor boy And me oh god im one. Im going to tell my baby sister
Ol' Howard, po' boy (plays the tune he just sung) Ol' Howard he is dead an' gone left me here to sing this song left me here to sob and mourn (or moan
I'm Alabama bound I'm Alabama bound And if the train don't stop and turn around I'm Alabama bound Oh, don't you leave me here Oh, don't you leave me
