Now you may be sweet little woman
As the apple on a tree
Don’t want no woman to lay up
And depend on me
You got to help me some
Yes, you’ve got to help me some
Don’t care what I do
Babe you’ve got to help me some
Now if I’m the Pullman porter, girl
You’ve got to be the maid
So when every Saturday come
We both can get paid
So you can help me some
Yes, I want you to help me some
I don’t care what I do
Babe, you’ve got to help me some
Now when I go to bed little girl
And lay up beside-a you
Now if I shake the cover