Ain't got no use For a little red rocking chair I got no sugar honey baby now I done all I can do I said all I can say Can't get along this a-way Ain't got no use For red apple juice I'm a-living off of corn whiskey now I done laid her in the shade I gave her every dime I made What more could a poor boy do? Who'll, who'll rock the cradle Who'll sing this song Who will rock the cradle when I'm gone? I'll, I'll rock the cradle I'll sing this song I will rock the cradle when you're gone Ain't got no use For a little red rocking chair I got no sugar honey baby now