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• Sugar Baby - Dock Boggs
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• Dock Boggs - Dock Boggs

Oh I've got no sugar baby now
All I can do is to seek peace with you
And I can't get along this a-way
Can't get along this a-way
All I can do, I've said all I can say
I'll send it to your mama next payday
Send you to your mama next payday.
I got no use for the red rockin' chair,
I've got no honey baby now
Got no sugar baby now
Who'll rock the cradle, who'll sing the song
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone?
I'll rock the cradle, I'll sing the song
I'll rock the cradle when you gone.
It's all I can do
It's all I can say,
I will send you to your mama next payday
Laid her in the shade, give her every dime I made
What more could a poor boy do
What more could a poor boy do?
Oh Ive got no honey baby now
Got no sugar baby now
Said all I can say, I've done all I can do
And I cant make a living with you

(intro)
I used to be a rambler, I stayed around this town
I used to be a rambler, I stayed around in town
I courted Pretty Polly and the (guilt) has never been
found
(break)
Oh where is Pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands
Oh where is Pretty Polly, oh yonder she stands
With rings on her fingers and lily-white hands
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly come take a walk with me
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly come take a walk with me
When we get married some pleasure to see
(break)
He led her over hills and valleys so deep
He led her over hills and valleys so deep
At last Pretty Polly, she began to weep
Oh Willie oh Willie I'm 'fraid of your way
Willie oh Willie I'm 'fraid of your way
All minding to ramble and lead me astray
(break)
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly you guessin' about right
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly you guessin' about right
I dug on your grave two-thirds of last night
They went on a piece farther and what did they spy?
Went on up (?) farther and what did they spy?
A new-dug grave and a spade lying by
(break)
She threw her arms around him and began for to weep
She threw her arms around him and began for to weep
At last Pretty Polly, she fell asleep
He threw the dirt over her, and turned away to go
Threw the dirt over her, and turned away to go

Sitting alone, sad, all alone,
Sitting in my cell all alone;
A-thinking of those good times gone by me,
Knowing that I once had a home.
For seven long years I've been in prison,
For seven long more I have to stay;
Just for knocking a man down in the alley
Taking his gold watch away.
Sitting alone, sad, all alone,
Sitting in my cell all alone;
A-thinking of those good times gone by me,
Knowing that I once had a home.
Oh, once I had a sister and a brother,
Wonder if they ever think of me.
Oh, once I had a father and a mother,
She lived in a cottage near the sea.
Sitting alone, sad, all alone,
Sitting in my cell all alone;
A-thinking of those good times gone by me,

Come all you good time people,
While I have money to spend,
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend.
When I had plenty of good money, good people,
My friends were all standing around,
Just as soon as my pocket book was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found.
I've gambled all over Kentucky, good people,
I've gambled part of the way through Spain.
Going back to old Virginia
For to gamble my last card game.
Last time I seen my little woman, good people,
She had a wine glass in her hand,
She's a drinking down her trouble
With a low-down sorry man.
I wrote my woman a letter, good people,
I told her I was in jail.
She wrote me back an answer
Saying "Honey, I'm a-coming to go your bail."
All around this old jailhouse is haunted good people,
Forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whisky has surrounded my body, poor boy,
Pretty women is a-troubling my mind.
Boys, if you don't quit your drinking
Some time you'll be just like me;
A working out your living
In the penitentiary.
Oh my daddy taught me a-plenty, good people,
My mama, she told me more.
If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
I'd have trouble at my door.
In the bottom of the whisky glass,
The lurking devil dwells.
It burns your breast to drink it, boys;
It'll send your soul to Hell.
Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people,
Go did a hole in the ground.
Come around all you good people
And see this poor rounder go down.
When I am dead and buried
And my pale face turned to the sun,
You can come around and mourn, little woman,

Oh I've got no sugar baby now
All I can do is to seek peace with you
And I can't get along this a-way
Can't get along this a-way
All I can do, I've said all I can say
I'll send it to your mama next payday
Send you to your mama next payday.
I got no use for the red rockin' chair,
I've got no honey baby now
Got no sugar baby now
Who'll rock the cradle, who'll sing the song
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone?
I'll rock the cradle, I'll sing the song
I'll rock the cradle when you gone.
It's all I can do
It's all I can say,
I will send you to your mama next payday
Laid her in the shade, give her every dime I made
What more could a poor boy do
What more could a poor boy do?
Oh Ive got no honey baby now
Got no sugar baby now
Said all I can say, I've done all I can do
And I cant make a living with you