I don’t want no cornbread, black molasses,
Supper time, O my Lawd, supper time.
Don’t you give me cornbread, black molasses,
Supper time, O my Lawd, my supper time.
Don’t let the ’gaiter
Beat you to the pone,
Give you mo’ trouble
Than days done gone.
Put ’em up solid
An’ they won’t come down.