Honey, I'm all out and down, Honey,
I'm broke, babe, an' I ain't got a dime,
Every good man gets in hard luck sometime,
Don't they, baby, don't they baby?
Honey, I'm all out and down, Honey,
Oh, the mules and the hosses nicklin' (beggin') for their corn and hay,
Women on the levee shoutin' 'cause it's almost pay day,
Cryin', 'Daddy, Sweet Daddy.'
Aw, the women on the levee, honey, hollerin' 'Whoo, haw, gee,'
The mens on the levee hollerin' 'Doncha murder me.
Please, baby, doncha murder me.'
Honey, what you want me to do, Honey,
I'm down in the bottom in the mud up to my knees,
Workin' for my baby and she's so hard to please,
Ain't you baby? Ain't you baby?
Yellow woman make a preacher lay his Bible down,
Jet-black woman make a jack-rabbit hug a houn',
Tell me, baby. Tell me, baby.
Honey, I'm all out and down, Honey,
Worked all the summer and part of the fall,
Had to take my Christmas in my overalls,
O Lawdy! O Lawdy!
I'm down in the bottom, skinnin' for Johnny Ryan,
Puttin' my initials, honey, on the mule's behin',
With my line, babe. With my line, babe.
Honey