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Day-ay-ay-o.
Say daylight come an’ me wanna go home.
Daylight come an’ me wanna go home.
Daylight come an’ me wanna go home.
Daylight come an’ me wanna go home.
Hey Mr. Tallyman, tally me banana.
Say, daylight come an’ me wanna go home.
All you people come an’ play on the piano.
Daylight come an’ me wanna go home.
Ow!
Let’s Do It!
Alright, alright.
Whoah, [...]

Head south in the mornin’:
Just take off with no warnin’.
Tell your boss you need a change of scene.
Head south if you’re feelin’,
Your homesick heart is reelin’,
An’ get yourself a bowl of butter beans.
Anywhere east of the Rio Grande,
Get you a cane pole in your hand:
Fry a mess of fish up on the bank.
You cross that [...]

It must Fate or Divine intervention,
When he broke down that day,
In front of a run down building in Baton Rouge.
He pushed his car across the bridge,
When he noticed her at the door,
An’ she said: “Mister, there’s a ‘phone here you can use.”
An’ her hair was brown an’ her eyes were bluer than blue,
An’ she smiled [...]

She says her mind is made up.
She’s fought the feelin’s long enough.
She can’t find love or herself in her heart.
Says: “We got together way too young.”
An’ then there’s me here still in love,
Watchin’ the ties that bind us fallin’ apart.
First she asks for freedom an’ she says that she’s leavin’.
I say no ’cause I need [...]

‘74 Ford truck, rusted out an’ beat up.
Fire-engine red, been a part of the family for years.
I was sixteen, it was my turn.
Four on the floor an’ I had learn,
So my brother took me out to teach me how to shift those gears.
With a tear in his eye, he handed me the keys.
Says: “Truck’s got [...]