Mary an' the baby lyin' in the shade. Thinkin' on the money I ain't made. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Sheriff Benson will arrest you, he'll carry you down and if the jury finds you guilty, penitentiary bound. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
An'he taken him to de white house. He was six weeks a-pickin. Lordy, your wife an'my wife, Oh, they give a feather pickin' — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Yonder come little Rosie, how in the world do you know. I can tell her by her apron, and the dress she wore. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
It was down in Louisiana. Just a mile from. Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Well, along come a grey goose. Well, he throwed it to his shoulder, An' he ram his hammer' way back. Well, he pulled on… — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Well you wake up in the morning, hear the ding dong ring. You go a-marching to the table, see the same damn thing. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Let the midnight special, shine her light on me. Let the midnight special, shine her ever-loving light on me. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Last Saturday night, I got married, me and my wife settled down. Now me and my wife are parted, I'm gonna take another stroll… — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on Sunday. When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Mary an' the baby lyin' in the shade. Thinkin' on the money I ain't made. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Well your hair don't curve and your eyes ain't blue. Well if you don't want me, polly Ann Well I don't want you. — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
Moses stood on the Red Sea shore. Smotin' that water with a two-by-four. If I could I surely would. Stand on the rock where… — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
