Classic Poem

Don't you let my good girl catch you here
Don't you let my good girl catch you here
She
might shoot you
may cut you and stob you too
Ain't no telling
what she might do

I'm up the country where the cold sleet and snow
I'm
up the country
where the cold sleet and snow
Ain't no telling
how much further I may go

Eat my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee
Eat my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee
Eat my break-
fast here,
my dinner in Tennessee
I told you I was coming,
baby won't you look for me

(hey, hey: that's scooping the clam )

The way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired
The way I'm sleeping, baby, my back and shoulders tired
The way
I'm sleeping,
my back and shoulders tired
Gonna turn over,
try it on the side

Don't you let my good girl catch you here

She
might shoot you
may cut you and stob you too
Ain't no telling
what she might do