I was headed to the show
Goin' uptown to the Apollo
Get me a glimpse of ol' Jimmy Brown
Someone told me that he had just died
I lowered my head, and I started to cry
Stood on 125th Street, and I said,
«Well sing it loud. I’m black and proud.»
Oh, my baby, settle in Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
Got the money if you got the time
I was talkin' to truck stop Betty
She was wringin' her hands, and they was awfully sweaty
She said her mother died in Brooklyn just yesterday
Well I said Betty, just hold your horses
Soon they’re gonna be changin' courses
We can live out on the Montana range —
It’s a great place to raise the kids
Oh, my baby, settle in Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
Got the money so you’ll be all right
Oh, my baby, settle right on in Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
I Got the money if you got the time
Oh, my baby, settle right on in Take your worries and put fire to them
Pour me out just like sour wine
I got the money so you’ll — you’ll be all right
You’re gonna' be just fine