Lyrics:

Well, I'd rather be buried in some cypress grove
Said, I'd rather be buried in some cypress grove
To have some man, honey, that I can't control

Well, I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay
Well, I'm goin', I'm goin', goin' away to stay
That'll be all right, pretty papa, gonna need my help someday

Sun goin' down, what gonna become of me
I said, the sun goin' down, what gonna become of me
Now, honey, what's the matter, baby, that I can't see

Well, I'd rather be buried six feet in my grave
Now, I'd rather be buried six feet in my grave
Than to be left up here, honey, treated this a-way
Ah, it's a shame

Said, the old people told me things that I never would know
Said, the old people told me things that I never would know
The good book declare you reap just what you sow
You reap just what you sow

The good book declare now, gotta reap just what you sow

When your knee bone's achin' and your body's cold
Said, your knee bone's achin' and your body's cold
Well, you're just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove