As sure as Nile’s growing and gathering As fast as a mile done with those angel wings As blue as Lightnin’ moanin’ ’bout catfish As sure as fire screaming for jubilee
How come you’re always with the others Making my brain go bad
As sick as Skip when words came among the poor You may get better, but never get well no more” As blue as Lightnin’ moanin’ ’bout catfish As sure as fire screaming for jubilee