Whoa, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair
I do declare!
The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair
Ah yeah
Her Mother and her Father, Lordy
They sure don't, sure don't allow me there
Well I, I'm going back to my baby, Lord I
I swear I wouldn't lie, yeah
I never saw that sweet woman yeah in-a
A-five long years gone by, yeah
Well I'm going home, I'm going home
'Cause she's a sweet little darling, ah
I said I been away, ah-far too long
I been away too long
Take it Jimmy!
Well, my baby when
She shakes just like a willow tree
Yes she does
My baby, when she walks, ya know
She shakes like a willow tree, yeah
Ah-that mean, mistreating baby she know she
Harps, harps all over me
Ooh
Yeah!
Alright!
Harps over me
