Pay Day Lyrics

Yeah, I did all I can do, and I can't get along with you
I'm gonna take you to your mama, pay day
Pay day, pay day

Well, the rabbit in a log, I ain't got no rabbit dog
And I hate to see that rabbit get away
Get away

Baby, did all I can do, and I can't get along with you
I'm gonna take you to your mama, pay day

Just about a week ago,
I'm gonna keep my skillet1 greasy if I can
If I can, if I can

(spoken: You know what happened to me)
Well, the hounds is on my track, and the knapsack on my backMississippi John Hurt - Pay Day - http://motolyrics.com/mississippi-john-hurt/pay-day-lyrics.html
I'm gonna make it to my shanty2 'fore day
'Fore day, 'for day

Baby, I did all I could do, an' I
I'm gonna take you to your mama, pay day

Well, and I ain't got no rabbit dog
Lord, I hate to see that rabbit get away
Get away

Baby, did all I can do, and I can't get along with you
I'm gon'

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Note 1: a small kettle or pot usually having three or four often long feet and used for cooking on the hearth;
Note 2: a small crudely built dwelling or shelter usually of wood. Probably from Canadian French chantier, meaning lumber camp, hut