Lord, she won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn
She won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn
Says, I don't see why she wanta hang around me so long
Ah, and it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
And it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
When I've count them blues, that many women is mine
Darned, if I get lucky, mama, in this world lucky
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, all last night before