My gal she bring me everything,
An’ she don’t give a damn.
Sometimes he is more cheerful and sings, “cawn pone, fat meat, all I gits to eat, better’n I git at home,” “Rings on my arms, bracelets on my feet, stronger’n I has at home!” And with bunk for a bed and straw for his head, he sings, “baby, baby, let me be.” How could he help falling into the hands of the officers anyway?
’Tain’t as Bad as I Said
Good God a’-mighty!
What’s a fellow gonna do,
When ol’ black mariah[36]
Come a-sailin’ after you?
Good God a’-mighty!
My feet’s got wings,