I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow, darling baby
I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow
When I'm going to my long lonesome home

Now who'll be your daddy when I'm gone, darling baby
Now who'll be your daddy when I'm gone
When I'm going to my long lonesome home

Oh, who'll hoe your cotton when I'm gone

Oh, it's way down in jail on my knees

Oh they feed me on corn bread and beans

Oh I'm going where the climate suits my clothes

So make me a pallet on your floor
As sung by Cisco Houston
From A Treasury of Folk Songs, Kol
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