text: Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low
  Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low
  You got no nerve, baby, to turn Uncle John from your door
  I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues
  I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues
  Well, I looked over in the corner, and Grandpa seemed to have them, too
  Well, my momma died and left me
  My poppa died and left me
  I ain’t good-looking, baby
  But I’m somewhat sweet and kind
  I’m going to the country, baby, do you want to go?
  But if you can’t make it, baby, your sister Lucille said she want to go
  I love that woman, better than any woman I’ve ever seen
  Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I’ve ever seen
  Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah, and she look like a doggone queen
  Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low
  Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low
  You got no nerve, baby, to turn Uncle John from your door