Well mean black gobbler fishin' in, in my pond
Catching out my perches, lyin' in, line up the bones
Well mean black gobbler, boy, been fishin' in my pond
Well catchin' out my perches, barbecuin' the bone
Well brook runs into river, river runs in, into the sea, fellows
Run to my baby somebody gonna have to, whoa bury me
Well brook run into river, boy, river runs into the sea
If I don't run to my baby, somebody gonna have to bury me
When I die, baby on some ole highway side
Some ole evil spirit catch that greyhound bus and ride, whoa
When I die, boy, well, somewhere down some ole highway side
Some ole old evil spirit catch that greyhound bus and ride
Well this morning my blues came fallin' down
Well I out in the country 'bout a mile and a half from town
Well early this morning my blues came fallin' down
Well I out in the country 'bout a mile and a half from town
Well some people say the low down, blues ain't bad, but it must of
Not have been them low down, ole blues I had
Well some people tell me as though, low down blues ain't bad
Well it must not have been them ole, low down blues I had
Let me have it, Let me tell you somethin'
