I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
Than to have a contrary woman

Lord, I never can control

And when yo´ knee bones
Go to achin´
An your body gettin´ cold
When yo´ knee bones
Go to achin´
And yo´ body gettin´ cold
You know, you jes´ gettin´ ready
Honey, for some cypress grove

Then I would rather be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then I would rather to be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then to be way up here
In New York City
Honey, treated this´t-a-way

An I will drink muddy water
I´ll sleep in a hollow log
I will drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
Befo´ I stay up here
Honey, treated like a dog

Yes, I´m goin´ away
Honey, don´t you want to go?
Yes, I´m goin´ away
Honey, don´t you wants to go?
I´m scared to go back down south
Them people goin´ kill me, sho´

I´m gonna sing this song
An I ain´t goin´ to sing no mo´
I´m goin´ to sing this song, an I

I ain´t goin´ to sing no mo´
Because my time has done got precious
Baby, Lord, just got
I´ve got to go, yeah