Down in Richmond, leanin' on my walkin' cane I was down in Richmond, leanin' on my walkin' cane Policeman come by, asked me what's my name "Now, my name is written in the bosom of my shirt Lord, my name is written in the bosom of my shirt I'm a solid lover, do not have to work" White folks, white folks, don't work my brown so hard White folks, white folks, don't work my brown so hard She's a solid lover but she did not have a job Now if I get drunk, baby, and staggle up to your door Lord, if I get drunk, baby, staggle up to your door And if I ain't welcome, show me the way and I'll go I don't want no woman, can't she neither rob and steal I don't want no woman, can't she neither rob and steal I'd rather see her working, Lord, in some farmer's field