My father was a jockey, learned me to ride behind
You know by that, I got a job any time
You may leave, but this will bring you back
I walked around the corner to the peanut stand
My gal got stuck on the peanut man
You may go, but this will bring you back
You quit me, pretty mama, 'cause you couldn't be my boss,
But a rolling stone don't gather no moss
You may leave, but this will bring you back
Just a nickel's worth of meal, a dime's worth of lard
Will feed ever' Jane in Jeff Berg's (?) yard
You may leave, but this will bring you back
I'm satisfied, satisfied
My tote-load shaker by my side
You may leave, but this will bring you back, back, bring you back