Classic Poem

Honeeeeeeeeeey
I'm all out and down
Honeeeeeeeeeey
I'm broke, baby, and I ain't got a dime
Every good man get in hard luck some time
Don't he, baby?
Don't he, baby?
Don't he, baby?
Don't he, baby?
(This man is a long way from home. And he got a brown skin woman. And he know payday is coming pretty soon. And the woman is shouting 'cause it's 'most payday. And the old mule is hungry. And the sun is going down. And the man, he wished payday would move off a little further so he wouldn't have to pay the woman nothin'.)
I'm going to tell the woman like the dago told the jew
You don't want me, honey I don't want you
Tell me baby.
Tell me baby.

Honeeeeeeeeeey
What more you want me to do?
Honeeeeeeeeeey
All the women in the levy shouting 'cause it's 'most payday
The men on the levy hollering, “Don't you move your knee.”
Tell me baby.
Hurry baby.
Hurry baby.
Hurry baby.
All the women on the levy, honey, hollering, “Whoa, gee!”
The men on the levy hollering, “Don't you murder me!”
Please, baby.
Please, baby.
Please, baby.
Please, baby.

Honeeeeeeeeeey
I'm a long way from home
Honeeeeeeeeeey
I'm down in the bottom, skinning for Johnny Ryan
Putting my initials, honey, on a mule's behind
With my line, babe.
With my line, babe.
With my line, babe.
With my line, babe.

(I swear to God, I know that man wished that woman wouldn't come home when payday come. He looked around and he begin to cry the last time:)

Honeeeeeeeeeey
I'm a long way from you
Honeeeeeeeeeey
Yes, a brown skin woman make a preacher lay his Bible down
A jet black woman make a rabbit hug a hound
Won't he, baby?