Times is getting harder, money's getting scarce Times don't get no better, fare thee well good old place Oh, my little love won't you come go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away to leave you love, but sorrow's in her heart Way down yonder on Cripple Creek, trees they hang so low The coons am among them, while they maybe plays below Oh, my little love won't you come go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away to leave you love, but sorrow's in her heart Way down yonder in the meadow, that's where I mow the hay Always work the harder, when I thought of lovely May Oh, my little love won't you come go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away to leave you love, but sorrow's in her heart I've got a lovely little dog, he is a lovely pup He'd stand all day, on his hind feet, you'd hold his front ones up Oh, my little love won't you come go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away to leave you love, but sorrow's in her heart I went and bought me a union suit, without exaggeration I'll declare I wore it six months and lost the combination Oh, my little love won't you come go with me, I'm gwine away in the morn I'm gwine away to leave you love, but sorrow's in her heart New York is a pretty place, Washington you ought to see Want to see those pretty girls, just hop to Tennessee