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 thist a way

An I will drink muddy water

Ill 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 Im going away
Honey dont you want to go

Yes Im going away
Honey dont you wants to go

Im scared to go back down south
Them people going kill me shore

Im gonna sing this song
An I aint going to sing no more

Im going to sing this song and I
I aint going to sing no more

Because my time has done got precious
Baby Lord just got
Ive got to go yeah