@migu music@

Lord, she won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn

She won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn

Says, I don't see why she wanta hang around me so long

Ah, and it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

And it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

When I've count them blues, that many women is mine

Darned, if I get lucky, mama, in this world lucky

If I get lucky in this world again

I ain't gonna fool with no more women and a mighty few men

Lord, I walked all last night, all last night before