I’d stand on the bank and have the work well done.
If he don’t work, I’ll have him hung,
Lawd, if he don’t work, I’ll have him hung.
I wish I had a bank of my own,
I’d give all the po’ workin’ men a good happy home.
She used to be mine, look who’s got her now.
Sho’ can keep her, she don’t mean no good to me no mo’.
I laid in jail, back turned to the wall,
Told the jailer to put new man in my stall.
I don’t mind bein’ in jail