Jim Crow Blues

I'm tried of bein' Jim Crowed, gon' leave this Jim Crow town

Doggone my black soul, I'm sweet Chicago bound

Yes sir, I'm leavin' here, from this old Jim Crow town

I'm going up North where they say money grows on trees

I don't give a doggone if my black soul do freeze

I'm going where I won't need no B.V.D.'s

I got a hat, got a overcoat, don't need nothin' but shoes

These old Easy Walkers gon' give my ankles the blues

But when my girl hear 'bout this, Lord, that'll be sad news

I'm going up North, baby, I can't carry you

Ain't nothin' in that cold country a green girl can do

I'm gon' get me a Northern girl, baby, I am through with you

Lord, but if I get up there, weather don't suit, I don't find no brown

Go and tell that boss man of mine

Lord, I'm ready to come back to my Jim Crow town