text: Whoa, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair
  I do declare!
  The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair
  Ah yeah
  Her Mother and her Father, Lord
  They sure do not, sure do not allow me there
  Well I, I am going back to my baby, Lord I
  I swear I would not lie, yeah
  I never saw that sweet woman yeah in-a
  A-five long years gone by, yeah
  Well I am going home, I am going home
  Cause she is a sweet little darling, ah
  I said I been away, ahh-far too long
  I been away too long
  Take it Jimmy!
  Well, my baby when
  She shakes just like a willow tree
  Yes she does
  My baby, when she walks, you know
  She shakes like a willow tree, yeah
  Ah-that mean, mistreating baby she know she
  Harps, harps all over me
  Oh
  Yeah!
  Alright!
  Harps over me