Big Chief Blues

I'm goin' away baby
take me seven long months to ride
I'm goin' away baby, take me seven long months to ride
January, February, March, April, May, June, July

I was three years old
when my poor mother died
I was three years old when my poor mother died
If you mistreat me, you mistreat a mother's child

I dreamt last night
the whole round world were mine
I dreamt last night the whole round world were mine
It wasn't nothing at all, but my good girl jumping down

She put carbolic in my coffee
turpentine in my tea
Carbolic in my coffee, turpentine in my tea
Strychnine in my biscuits; lord, but she didn't hurt me

Baby, when I marry
gonna marry a Indian squaw
I mean, when I marry gonna marry a Indian squaw
Big Chief's gonna be my daddy-in-law

I say, when I marry gonna marry a Indian squaw
So the Big Chief can be my daddy-in-law
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