Lyrics Going Back To Florida - John Hammond

Goin' back to Florida, where you gotta plough, you gotta hoe
Goin' back to Florida, where you gotta plough, you gotta hoe
You've gotta do one of the two, cause you know somebody gotta go

I ain't gonna pick no cotton, ain't gonna pull no corn
At the mule gonna run away the world I'm on
Tell him to go ahead on
Because I ain't gonna pick no cotton
God knows I ain't gonna pull no corn

If I catch a mule gonna run away the world I'm on
Poor lightnin' he gonna tell him to go ahead on

My baby got sleepy, she began to .
She said get up Sam, you're sitting in my lap
I said no, no no, baby no

Yes if a mule gonna run away the world
I wouldn't even tell that mule" Woah"
And I won't be joking

I was getting 40 cents a hundred
Picking for me and my wife too
When I line my ... you don't know
What I had to do, I couldn't do nothin'
Woah man, keep that sack on the scale
You know the man was paying my checks every time I weigh up
Oh yeah keeping check got it bailed