What kind of business has the poor man got
Dealing with the furniture man?
Well, he's got no dough
And it will stand to show
And I expect the wagon's gonna stand

This piano and everything
Mister Cupper had it written under my name
So take your time, Mister Brown
Take your time

The furniture man, he came to my house
It was last Sunday morn'
He asked me if my wife was at home
I told him she had long been gone
He backed the wagon up to the door
And he took everything I had
He hauled it back to the furniture store
Honey, I did feel bad

He took everything from an earthenware plate
From a bedtick, to a frying pan
And if there ever was a devil who'd been born without horns
Well, he must have been a furniture man

So take your time, Mister Brown
Take your time
All this furniture is mine
Well, this piano and everything
Mister Cupper had it written under my name
So take your time, Mister Brown
Take your time