Drop that sack

Now I got a gal: Works in the yard
She brings me meat: She brings me lard

Only thing: That keep me barred
People she works for: Don't allow me in the yard

Going to tell you one thing: It's a natural fact
Want you to come on home: And drop that sack

Now I got a gal: She lives on the hill
Took our corn: To the sugar mill

Still I know: I wouldn't take no salt
I'll grind your corn: Into sweet jellyroll

I asked for one: She brought me two
Down to the crap game: Me and you

Got two dollars: My point was nine
Police come a‑running: And the *chips* went flying

Said I went to the gypsy: To get me a hand
See my gal walking: With another man

I said you may go: You'll come back
If you ever come back: You got to drop that sack