Don't Leave Me Here
How the weather in the country
How the weather down south
How the weather in the Delta
How the food taste in your mouth
Butter beans and cornbread
Grits and greens
Candied yams and black eye peas
If you goin' to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear
Ooo y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me
When you seeLou Della tell her hey for me
Last time I saw her, it was in my dreams
She the sweetest thing under the sun
When I think about some loving, she's still the one
Now if you're goin' to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear
Well you know I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me
What they doing in Vicksberg, down in Aberdeen
They got more fine big legged women any one man's ever seen
What they doing in Jackson and little ol' Itta Bena
I ain't been in Clarksdale since 1963
'Cause If you going to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear
Y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me
How the weather in the desert
Sure cold up here
Baby run off and left me, late last year
It was chuck cold crippler, deep deep snow on the ground
Came home late home in the evening she done tore my playhouse down
So if you going to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear
Ooo y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me
Don't leave
Babe don't leave me here
Please don't leave
Please don't leave me here
Please
Please don't leave me here
Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me here
Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me here
Please don't leave