I left my babe in Mississippi, pickin' cotton down on her knee
I left my babe in Mississippi, whoo, pickin' cotton down on her knee
She said, "Babe, if you get Chicago,
Please write me a letter, if you please"
I said, "Baby, that's all right, baby, that's all right for you"
I said, "Baby, that's all righ-yigh-yigh', that's all right for you"
"You just keep a-pickin' cotton
Right there, oh babe, 'til I get through"
Now I'm gon' leave Mississippi, hopin' I might flag a ride
I say, I'm gonna leave Mississippi, baby, hopin' I might flag a ride
And if I don't get nobody, oh babe, I'm gon' pass on by
Baby, when I get in Chicago, I do swear I'm gonna take a chance
"Spoken": Take your time now and play
It right, here, 'cause it's last a while
When I get in Chicago, babe, I do swear I'm gon' take a chance
If I don't never get back to
Mississippi, I'm sure gonna change your name
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