My gal, she's a jockey, and she learned me how to ride And she learned me how to park it on the side She cooked good cabbage and she called them turnip greens Them's the best old bunch of green that I've ever seen I wish, the Lord, would move (?) hang'em up high So I wouldn't be bothered with those (?) when she died Come here, pretty mama, take your daddy by the hand I'm gonna give you somethin' that you can't get from no other man Don't the sun look mighty pretty, honey, shinin' through the trees Don't your house look lonesome when your baby pack your rags and leave