It was late one Friday evenin', it began to rain and snow. Letter from my baby, say, she ain't comin' home no mo'. I gotta call up Joe Friday and put him on my baby's trail.
Goin' down in Chickasaw, gon' take that right hand road. Goin' down in Chickasaw, gon' take that right hand road. Bet I ain't gon' stop till I come up in big mama's door.