I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove

I would rather to be buried

In some cypress grove

Than to have a contrary woman
Lord I never can control

And when your knee bones
Go to aching

And your body getting cold
When your knee bones
Go to aching

And your body getting cold
You know you jes getting ready
Honey for some cypress grove
Then I would rather be buried

Six feet in the clay
Then I would rather to be buried

Six feet in the clay
Then to be way up here

In New York City
Honey treated this't a way

An I will drink muddy water

I'll sleep in a hollow log

I will drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log

Before I stay up here
Honey treated like a dog

Yes I'm going away
Honey don't you want to go

Yes I'm going away
Honey don't you wants to go

I'm scared to go back down south
Them people going kill me shore

I'm gonna sing this song
An I ain't going to sing no more

I'm going to sing this song and I
I ain't going to sing no more

Because my time has done got precious
Baby Lord just got
I've got to go yeah