My Babe My Babe

My babe
my babe
sure is good to me
she tore my troubles
broke up my misery
I can ask her

for whiskey
she give me cherry wine
don't you wish your woman would
treat you good like mine

Her hair
ain't curly
but it hang like horse's mane
don't you wish you had a woman to
treat you just the same

I can ask her
for a nickel
she give me ten and a dime
don't you wish you had a woman to
treat you just like mine

She got me
out of jail
she bought me a diamond ring
I ain't gonna do nothing, but lay
'round and shake that thing

She calls
me daddy
and she calls me sugar pie
I ain't gonna do nothing, but lay
down by her side

Now when
she's dead
six feet in the clay
won't have another woman to
treat me this-a-way

Now good bye
good bye
baby now it's fare you well
if I don't meet you in heaven, you know
I'll meet you in hell

Now I'm a-leaving
I'm a-leaving
leaving on a eagle wing
all don't see me
sho' can hear me sing

She had
an old job
making four dollars a day
I didn't have to do nothing but lay
'round and throw it away
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