| Well, I’m just settin' here thinkin' | 
| Know if I goin' on back down south, again | 
| Yes, I’m settin' here thinkin' babe-eee-e | 
| Know I’m goin' back down south, again | 
| Boys, an I won’t call you up in Chicago | 
| My clothes won’t even fits this north wind | 
| Oh, just a sad word my baby said | 
| Well, she didn’t want me no more | 
| Yes, it’s a sad word my baby said | 
| Well, she didn’t want me no more | 
| Lord, I’m goin' back down south | 
| Babe, where that weather fit my own clothes | 
| 'Play it one time, Boy' | 
| 'Get it on, I said' | 
| (Instrumental & harmonica) | 
| Well, I cried last night, baby | 
| Cried all night befo' oor | 
| Well, I cried last night, mama wee-ooo-e | 
| Well, I cried all night befo'-oor | 
| Well, I must stop my way a-livin' | 
| Yes man, I won’t have to cry no mo' | 
| Lordy, now another woman | 
| Well, would throw my cap outdo’s | 
| 'Play it a while boys' | 
| Yes, an now another woman | 
| Yeah, would throw my cap outdo' | 
| Well, I’m goin' back down south | 
| Eee-well-well, when the weather fit my clothes. |