Ain't got no use
For little red rocking chair
I got no sugar honey baby now

I done all I can do
I said all I can say
Can't get along this old way

They ain't got no use
For red apple juice
I'm a-living off of corn whiskey now

I done laid her in the shade
I gave her every dime I made
What more could a poor boy do?

Who'll, who'll rock the cradle?
Who'll sing this song?
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone?

I'll, I'll rock the cradle
I'll sing this song
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone

Ain't got no use
For little red rocking chair
I got no sugar honey baby now