Lyrics:

Lord, she won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn
She won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn
If I don't see about, she gonna hang about me so long
Now and there's one two three four five six seven eight nine
And there's one two three four five six seven eight nine
When I counts them blues that many women is mine
Lord, if I get lucky, mama, in this world again
If I get lucky in this world again
I ain't gonna fool with no more women and a mighty few men
Lord, I walked all last night and all last night before