Whoa Back, Buck

Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul

You steppin on my cotton, say, one & all.

Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb,

You steppin on my cotton like you don't give a damn.

I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul

Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo.

Took my gal to the party-o,

She sat on a steeple,

She let a fart & broke my heart

And **** all over the people.

Tell my wife when you go to the hills,

I'm here workin at the sorghum mill.

Last year was a good crop year

And everybody knowed it.

Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn

And some damn rascal stole it.

I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul.

I'm rowdy all around my red asshole.