Times is getting harder, money's getting scarce
Times don't get no better here, fare thee well good old place
Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn
Way down yonder on Cripple Creek, trees they hang so low
The coons am among them, while Mazie plays below
Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn
Way down yonder in the meadow, that's where I mow the hay
Always work the harder, when I thought of lovely May
Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn
I've got a lovely little dog, he is a lovely pup
He stands all day, on his hind feet, just to hold his front ones up
Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn
I went and bought me a union suit, without exaggeration
I'll declare I wore it six months and lost the combination
Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn
New York is a pretty place, Washington you ought to see
Want to see them pretty girls, just hop to Tennessee