Saturday night and Sunday, too True-love on my mind But Monday mornin' good and soon The white man's got me gwine Blue jay pulled a four-horse plow Sparrow, why can't you? 'Cause my legs is little and long And they might get broke in two Redbird sittin' on a sycamore limb Singin' out his soul A big black snake crawled up that tree And swallowed that poor boy whole Wild geese flyin' through the air Through the sky a blue They're now a-floatin' where the south-wind blows So why not me and you?