Leadbelly - Match Box Blues lyrics

Now, this man had a wife And she thought she hasn't gotten Ev' dollar that he had But she was mistakin! He had lots of money when he married her But he's sittin' with his head hung down She walk by an says 'Daddy' says, 'What's the matter with you?' And here what he told his wife He said, 'Down here wonderin' Would a matchbox hold my clothes? He said, 'Down you're wonderin' Would a matchbox hold my clothes? He said, 'Down here wonderin' Would a matchbox hold my clothes? She says, 'Daddy, don't be worried like that!' An he walk back tell her again Y'all, what he tol' that gal 'I don't wanna be bother No big trunk on my do' I don't wanna be by No big trunk on my do' Don't wanna be by no Big trunk on my do' He sit down and 'gin to think He said, 'I'm goin' out to my friend's house An' see what would he do When his wife packin' up her trunk? He goes to his friends Ya'll, here what he said 'Now, what would you do Baby packin' up her trunk?' 'What would you do When yo' baby packin' up her trunk?' 'What would you do When your gal's packin' up her trunk?' Here's the best advise his friend could give 'em Get ya half a gallon whiskey An get on you a big drunk Get you a half a gallon a whiskey And get on you a big drunk Get you a half a gallon a whiskey And get on you a big drunk She goes on back, again An she looks at him 'Lord, have mercy on me Oh Lord, Lord, have mercy on me Oh Lord, Lord, have mercy on me'