My father was a jockey, learned me to ride behind You know by that, I got a job any time You may leave, but this will bring you back I walked around the corner to the peanut stand My gal got stuck on the peanut man You may go, but this will bring you back You quit me, pretty mama, 'cause you couldn't be my boss, But a rolling stone don't gather no moss You may leave, but this will bring you back Just a nickel's worth of meal, a dime's worth of lard Will feed ever' Jane in Jeff Berg's (?) yard You may leave, but this will bring you back I'm satisfied, satisfied My tote-load shaker by my side You may leave, but this will bring you back, back, bring you back