Let's go to the river and sit down Honey, let's go to the river and sit down If the blues overtake us, jump overboard and drown It takes rocks, it takes gravels to make a solid road It takes rocks, it takes gravels to make a solid road It takes a lovin' fair brownie to satisfy my soul I've got a range in my kitchen, mama, cooks so nice and brown I've got a range in my kitchen, cooks so nice and brown I want some lovin' fary to turn my damper down Can't you tell me pretty, mama, where'd you get your lovin' from? So tell me, pretty mama, where'd you get your lovin' from? "T'ain't none of your business, I ain't gonna give you none I'm going away, mama, won't be back 'til Fall I'm going away, mama, won't be back 'til Fall You have mistreat me, you was the cause of it all Come here, sweet mama, sit on your daddy's knee Run here, pretty mama, sit on your daddy's knee Said, tell your sweet papa, what may your troubles be?