Down in West Texas where the sun
Shines like the evil one
I had a woman
And her name
Was Joe.
Pickin’ cotton in the field
Joe said I wonder how it would feel
For us to pack up
Our things
And go?
So we cranked up our old Ford
And we started down the road
Where we was goin’
We didn’t know—
Nor which way.
But West Texas where the sun
Shines like the evil one
Ain’t no place
For a colored
Man to stay!