Southern Ring - Blind Blake

Now we goin' on the ol' Southern… Rag!

Way out there on that cotton fields

Where them people plant all that rice with sugarcane

And peas and so forth grew

Aye man, I want a match from you to light my pipe, yeah!

Go on, ol' Geechie!

I ain’t studyin' 'bout you

No, I know you’re here to study me now

Soon as you get my rice, I bet you study me then

Bet you that

Just meet me at the end of the row, now

I’ll show her how to pick this cotton

Or you can dig potato, either one

I strip more rows of sugar cane than you strip in ten years

Now we gon' do the dance now

It’s called the Geechie Dance

Imma give you some music

It’s called the Geechie Music, now

That’s my gal, get away from him, damn!

'Cause I’m gon' havin' to reckon gon' shake 'em everywhere but loose

You better get that thing fixed just like this, now

'Cause I’m gon' stop…