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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