LYRICS
I ain't gonna tell nobody, '34 have done for me
I ain't gonna tell nobody what, '34 have done for me
Christmas rolled up, I was broke as I could be
They run me from Will Dockery's, Took me from Herman Jett's Job
They run me from Will Dockery's, Took me from Herman Jett's Job
(spoken: Buddy, what's the matter?)
Herman told papa Charley,
"I don't want you hangin' round on my job no more"
Fella, down in the country, it almost make you cry
Fella, down in the country, it almost make you cry
(spoken: My God, children!)
Women and children flaggin' freight trains for rides
Herman got a little six Buick, big six Chevrolet car
Herman got a little six Buick, little six Chevrolet car
(spoken: My God, what solid power!)
And it don't do nothin' but, follow behind Harvey Parker's plow
And it may bring sorrow, Lord, it may bring tears
It may bring sorrow, Lord, and it may bring tears
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, let me see your brand new year