H O Z I E R
Work Song
I just think about my baby I’m so full of love I could barely eat
e mp t y n o g n orki Body’s w ce the a f o t y d of waat? n i k e h t he Is that burning
swee ter than g n i h t o n ’s e r The my baby
from the e c n o t n a w r I ne ve c h e r r y t re e
When, m y, t ime c omes Lay ar o u me ge nd ntly i n t he cold d a rk e ar t h
Ca She gi use my bab y’s swe ve me e tootha ches ju t as c an be st from kissin me
a ve No gr body y m d l c an ho wn do
l home w a r c I’ ll t o he r
My babe would never fret none About what hands and my body done
If the Lord don’t forgive me, I’d still have m
my baby and my babe would have me
When I wa s k is sing on my And s baby he p u t he r and s love down wee t soft
In the low lamp light I was free Heaven and hell were words to me
THE END