Skip James - Cypress Grove lyrics

I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove Than to have a contrary woman Lord, I never can control And when yo' knee bones Go to achin' An your body gettin' cold When yo' knee bones Go to achin' And yo' body gettin' cold You know, you jes' gettin' ready Honey, for some cypress grove Then I would rather be buried Six feet in the clay Then I would rather to be buried Six feet in the clay Then to be way up here In New York City Honey, treated this't-a-way An I will drink muddy water I'll sleep in a hollow log I will drink muddy water Sleep in a hollow log Befo' I stay up here Honey, treated like a dog Yes, I'm goin' away Honey, don't you want to go? Yes, I'm goin' away Honey, don't you wants to go? I'm scared to go back down south Them people goin' k** me, sho' I'm gonna sing this song An I ain't goin' to sing no mo' I'm goin' to sing this song, an I I ain't goin' to sing no mo' Because my time has done got precious Baby, Lord, just got I've got to go, yeah. ~