I said look a-here, mama, what are you trying to do
I said look a-here, mama, what in the world are you trying to do
You want to make me love you, you going to break my heart in two
I said you don't want me, what made you want to lie
I said you don't want me, what made you want to lie
Now the day you quit me, you, fair brown, baby, that's the day you die
I'd rather see you dead, buried in some cypress grove
I'd rather see you dead, buried in some cypress grove
Than to hear some gossip, mama, that she had done you so
It was early one morning just about the break of day
It was early one morning just about the break of day
And along brownskin coming, man, and drove me away
Lord, my baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
My baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
That put the poor boy wondering, Lord, along the road
I said trouble here, mama, and trouble everywhere you go
I said trouble here, mama, and trouble everywhere you go
And it's trouble here, mama, baby good gal I don't know
I said look a-here, mama, what in the world are you trying to do
You want to make me love you, you going to break my heart in two
I said you don't want me, what made you want to lie
I said you don't want me, what made you want to lie
Now the day you quit me, you, fair brown, baby, that's the day you die
I'd rather see you dead, buried in some cypress grove
I'd rather see you dead, buried in some cypress grove
Than to hear some gossip, mama, that she had done you so
It was early one morning just about the break of day
It was early one morning just about the break of day
And along brownskin coming, man, and drove me away
Lord, my baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
My baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
That put the poor boy wondering, Lord, along the road
I said trouble here, mama, and trouble everywhere you go
I said trouble here, mama, and trouble everywhere you go
And it's trouble here, mama, baby good gal I don't know