�Goin' where the chillin' wind don't blow, honey babeGoin' where the chillin' wind don't blowI'm goin' to my lonely homeWho'll hold your cotton when I'm gone, honey babeWho'll hold your cotton when I'm goneWhen I'm gone to my lonely homeWhy don't you make me a pallet on your floor, honey babeMake me a pallet on your floorWhen I'm gone to my lonely homeThere's a way down in jail on my knees, honey babeWay down in jail on my kneesThey feedin' me on cornbread and pizzaGoin' where the folks all know my name, honey babeGoin' where the folks all know my nameAnd I'm goin' to my lonely, lonesome homeGoin' where the chillin' wind don't blow, honey babeGoin' where the chillin' wind don't blowAnd I'm goin' to my lonely, lonesome home*