Ain't got no use
Ain't got no use for that red rocking chair
I got no sugar baby now
I got no sugar honey baby now

I laid her in the shade
Laid her in the shade, gave her every dime I made
What else could a poor boy do?
What else could a poor boy do?

Some rounder come along
Rounder come along with his mouth full of gold
Rounder stole my greenback roll
And I got no sugar honey baby now

Who'll call me honey?
Who'll call me honey and who'll sing this song
Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone
Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone

I'll rock that cradle
I'll rock that cradle and I'll sing that song
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone

Ain't got no use
Ain't got no use for that red rocking chair
I got no sugar baby now
Got no sugar honey baby now