Chilly Winds



I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow, darling baby

I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow

When I'm going to my long lonesome home



Now who'll be your daddy when I'm gone, darling baby

Now who'll be your daddy when I'm gone

When I'm going to my long lonesome home



Oh, who'll hoe your cotton when I'm gone...



Oh, it's way down in jail on my knees...



Oh they feed me on corn bread and beans...



Oh I'm going where the climate suits my clothes...



So make me a pallet on your floor...

As sung by Cisco Houston

From A Treasury of Folk Songs, Kolb

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