| lyric | Wel I don’t want no cornbread peas
and black molasses
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well I don’t want no cornbread peas
and black molasses
at suppertime, Babe, yeah, yeah, at suppertime.
1. I got a letter, letter
from my Daddy this morning
yeah, yeah, yeah,
I got a letter, letter
from my Daddy this morning
hurry home, Babe, yeah, yeah, yaeh,
just hurry home.
2. Well, I get now,
get right to make money
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
to call my own Babe,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
to call my own.
3. I can make it
in June, July or in August
yeah, yeah, yeah,
then I go home Babe,
yeah, yeah, yeah,
then I go home. |