Doggone my black soul, I'm sweet Chicago bound
Yes I'm leaving here from this old Jim Crow town
I'm going up North where they say money grows on trees
I don't give a doggone if my black soul is free
I'm going where I don't need no baby
I got a hat, got a overcoat, don't need nothing but you
These old easy walkers going to give my ankles the blues
But when my girl hears about this, oh, that will be sad news.
I'm going up North, baby I can't carry you
Ain't nothing in that cold up there a ?? can do
I'm gonna get me a Northern girl, see that I am through with you Lord
But if I get up there, weather don't suit, I don't find no job
Go and tell that boss man of mine,
Lord I'm ready to come back to my Jim Crow town
Contributed by Bartleby - 2011/9/13 - 09:45
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