It was early one morning: Just about the break of day
Says I thought I heard: My sweet baby say

You can read a newspaper: You can't read a person's mind
But when you think she's loving you: Dropping you all
The time

Now baby you can tell me: Just what are you to do
Now I believe I'll go back: To my old‑time used‑to‑be

She's long and she's tall: She's shaped just like a
Willow tree
And the reason I love her: Says she belongs to me