Rocky-bye, little baby Come close your pretty blue eyes Set up in your cradle And watch the Ford go by Some folks prays to the altar (Where you pray?) I pray in the middle of the road I ask the good Lord from Heaven "Lord, give me a John Henry Ford" I want a vee-ee-eight, a vee-ee-eight, right now, please If I ever gets any money And get my record all straight I'm gwine to put my money In one o' these Ford V-8s I want a vee-ee-eight, a vee-ee-eight, right now, please Now, Sue's somewhere in Charleston And I know she 'bout to be convinced If the Lord in Heaven would let me I'd married Miss Etta Prince She's a lay-ee-ay, de-la-dy-oh, de-la-dy I'm goin' right to Mr. John Henry (Mr. John Henry Ford) And get right down on my knees I'm gwine ask the captain Please hire me, if you please Sing on the ra-di-o, ra-di-o, ra-di Now, rocky-bye, little baby Won't you close your pretty blue eyes Now, set up in your cradle And watch the Fords go by Oh-de-lay-di-oh, de-lay-di-oh, de-lay-ee Now, listen to me, mother My loved one, now, don't you cry Stay right in your piazza And watch the Ford go by Oh-de-lay-di-ay, de-lay-di-oh, de-lay-ee