Classic Poem

I ain't gonna tell no body
34 have done for me-e-e
I ain't gonna tell no body what
34 have done for me-e-e
Christmas rolled up
I was broke as I could be

They run me from Will Dockery's
Willie Brown, how 'bout your jo-o-ob
They run me from Will Dockery's
Willie Brown, I want your jo-o-ob
(I wonder what's the matter)
I went out and told Papa Charlie:
I don't want you hangin' round on my job no more

Well it's down in the country
it almost make you cry-y-y
Well it's down in the country
it almost make you cry-y-y
(my God chillun)
Women and children
flaggin' freight trains for rides

Herman got a little six Buick
big six Chevrolet ca-a-ar
Herman got a little six Buick
little six Chevrolet ca-a-ar
(My God, what solid power)
And they don't do nothin'
but follow behind Holloway papa's plou-ou-ough

Ah, it may bring sorrow
Lord, and it may bring tea-ea-ears
It may bring sorrow
Lord, and it may bring tea-ea-ears
Oh Lord, oh Lord
let me see a brand new year