Lyrics Florida Bound Blues - Bessie Smith

Goodbye, north, hello, south
Goodbye, north, hello, south
It's so cold up here that the words freeze in your mouth

I'm going to Florida, where I can have my fun
I'm going to Florida, where I can have my fun
Where I can lay out in the green grass, and look up at the sun

Hey, hey, red cap, help me with this load
Red cap porter, help me with this load
Help us out
Hold that steamboat, Mr. Captain, let me get on board

I got a letter from my daddy, he bought me a sweet piece of land
I got a letter from my daddy, he bought me a small piece of ground
You can't blame me for leaving, Lord, I mean I'm Florida bound

My papa told me, my mama told me too
My papa told me, my mama told me too
Don't let them bell bottom britches make a fool out of you