Текст песни I'm A Goin' Away In The Morn - Uncle Dave Macon

Times is getting harder, money's getting scarce
Times don't get no better here, fare thee well good old place

Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn

Way down yonder on Cripple Creek, trees they hang so low
The coons am among them, while Mazie plays below

Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn

Way down yonder in the meadow, that's where I mow the hay
Always work the harder, when I thought of lovely May

Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn

I've got a lovely little dog, he is a lovely pup
He stands all day, on his hind feet, just to hold his front ones up

Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn

I went and bought me a union suit, without exaggeration
I'll declare I wore it six months and lost the combination

Oh, my little love'd one go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn
I'm gwine away for to leave you love, at the sound of the dinner horn

New York is a pretty place, Washington you ought to see
Want to see them pretty girls, just hop to Tennessee