Shake 'Em On Down - Furry Lewis

I went to the gypsy for to get my hambone done

The gypsy said, «Furry, 'clare, you sure need one.»

Now, must I holler, or must I shake 'em on down

Babe, I’m so tired of holl’in', Lord, I b’lieve I shake 'em on down

If I just could holler like the Bob Lee, Jr. blow

I call my babe off the killin' floor

Cryin', must I holler, or must I shake 'em on down

Oh, so tire', darlin', oh, I b’lieve I shake 'em on down

I don’t drink no whiskey, wine, neither gin

If you see me sober, make me drunk again

I’m gettin' so tire', darlin', and I b’lieve I’ll shake 'em on down

I woke up this mornin', looked at the risin' sun

Train don’t hurry gonna be some walkin' done

Baby, must I holler, or must I shake 'em on down

Oh, so tire', darlin', babe, I b’lieve I’ll shake 'em on down

Babe, I ain’t good-lookin' and it ain’t the clothes I wear

But good kind treatment takes me everywhere

Baby, must I holler

Oh, so tired of holl’in', baby, and I b’lieve I shake 'em on down

Baby, you know you don’t want me, you ought to let me know

Poor boy, you done driv' me away from my home

I’m so tired of holl’in', and I b’lieve I’ll shake 'em on down

Ohh, so tire', darlin', b’lieve I’ll shake 'em on down