Whoa, Back Buck-Lead Belly

Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul
You steppin on my cotton, say, one & all.
Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb,
You steppin on my cotton like you don't give a damn.
I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul
Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo.
Took my gal to the party-o,
She sat on a steeple,
She let a fart & broke my heart
And **** all over the people.
Tell my wife when you go to the hills,
I'm here workin at the sorghum mill.
Last year was a good crop year
And everybody knowed it.
Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn
And some damn rascal stole it.
I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul.
I'm rowdy all around my red *******.