Cypress Grove Blues

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