Down in jail for seven days, I can't quit my right of way.

Got those browns very blue.

Come here, Ma.

Go, my babe.

Get me out of this buggy jail.

Got those brown spade boots.

I heard a little mama said, I've been sleeping in the feather bed.

Got those browns very blue.

Come here, Mom.

Come here, quick.

Here come Papa and Waxy.

He got those browns very blue.

Shoe made, painted sand, one woodwork, new colored man, got those browns furred blue.

Sheepin' on Tonshu, the wind blew up a boo-boo-boo.

He got those browns, they do.

Come here, Mom.

Go up there.

Get me out of this bucket jail.

Got those browns for blue.

Ten in jail, seven days, I can't quit my rally ways, I got those browns, they're blue.