Baby I'll split your kindling: You know I'll bellow your
Fire
I will pack your water: From the boggy bayou

Hey now tell me sweet baby: Who may your manager be
Before many more questions: Won't you please make
Arrangements for me

Your hair so doggone curly: And your eyes ain't blue
That's why sweet baby: I'm making a fool about you

Says I ain't good‑looking: Baby I don't dress fine
When you come to loving: I'll pacify your mind

Here's another little thing baby: Want you to bear in
Mind
When I get my pay check: I give you my last dime

I wished I was like a little fish: In the deep blue sea
So a woman like you: Could take a little fish at me