O baby, you don’t know my min’.
When you think I’m laughin’,
Laughin’ to keep from cryin’,
Laughin’ to keep from cryin’.
Wing called that the Louisiana Blues, and certainly for the time being it was so. And for Georgia, although in his narrative he had given the Empire State of the South the usual Negro reputation of quick passage, he sang a mixed blues.
Dear ol’ Georgia, my heart is sinkin’
An’ my way come blinkin’ to you,
If you ever leave Georgia any length o’ time,
Yo’ heart come blinkin’, no other way but you,
Can’t be no other way.[88]