Lyrics Southern Ring - Blind Blake

Southern Ring

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…