I had a wife and she was a Quaker
She wouldn't work and the devil couldn't make her
I had a wife and she was a weaver
She wouldn't weave and I wouldn't either
Oh my little girl if you don't do me better
I'll build me a boat and I'll sail down the river
The boat begin to rock and I begin to quiver
Oh my little girl I'm going down the river
| Good by wife, good by baby
Good by biscuits sopped in gravy
Better get away, write a little later
I'll come back when I get a little better
Coon Creek's dark and Coon Creek's muddy
I'm so drunk, I can't stand steady |
