by Uncle Dave Macon
I'm gwine away to leave you, love, I'm gwine away so soon
I'm gwine away to leave you, love, Sunday afternoon
I'm going, going, yes I am
I'm going, going, yes I am
Talk about your old cow meat, your mutton and your lamb
If you want for to see the nickel I got, show me good sweet ham
Yum, Yum, Yum, Yum
White folks go to Sunday school, never crack a smile
Poor niggers go to Sunday school, hear them shout a mile
Whew, whew, whew, whew
Wish I had a needle boys, fine as I could sew
Sew my true love to my side and fly to Baltimore
I'm going, going, yes I am
Marster had a big black dog, he's blind as he could be
Lord, treed a nigger in full style, believe that dog could see
Wish I had a new five cent, wish I had a dime
Wish I had a pretty little girl, kiss and call her mine
Coony am a cunning thing he travels after dark
Never think ______ is a ______ He _____ after bark
Wish I had a pretty band box, put my true love in
Take her out and kiss her twice, put her back again
Times is getting harder boys, money's getting scarce
Times don't get no better boys, fare thee well good old place
I'm going, going, yes I am
Yonder comes an old grandma, she wrings her hands and cry
Daughter fell in love with ye, fretted away and died
I'm going, going, yes I am, I'm going, going, yes I am