Asked that girl to be my wife, what’d you reckon she said, She would not have the poor boy, if everyone else was dead. 
Chorus: Ain’t gonna get no supper here tonight, Ain’t gwine get no supper here tonight. Oh, my don’t tell, Oh my ring the bell, Ain’t gwine get no supper here tonight, ain’t gwine get no supper here tonight. 
On my way to Sourwood Mountain, fare you well I’m a going away, fare you well I’m a-going away. 
That big boom in Florida boys, we know it, we know it. Forty-nine banks in Georgia closed and that’s the way they showed it. 
Oh, Jenny put the kettle on, Sally blow the dinner horn, Jenny put the kettle on, the banks done gone. 
Ain’t gonna get no supper here tonight, Ain’t gwine get no supper here tonight. On my way to Sourwood Mountain, fare you well I’m a going away, 
Bad men come the bank went broke, we know it, we know it. Twenty-eight thousand dollars lost, and just the figures to show it. 
Oh, Jenny put the kettle on, Sally blow the dinner horn, Jenny put the kettle on, the banks done gone. 
[spoken] I never was as hungry in my life, you know I hadn’t had anything to eat for three long days, hadn’t had a thing but water. And folks I like to drink so much water my stomach thought my throat was taking in washing, and then they come giving me this: 
Ain’t gonna get no supper here tonight, ain’t gwine get no supper here tonight. On my way to Sourwood Mountain, fare you well I’m a going away, Girls all sweet on Sourwood Mountain, fare you well I’m going away. 
Good pay isn’t in one town, we know it, we know it, Three banks in the town went broke and the people look to show it. 
Oh, Jenny put the kettle on, Sally blow the dinner horn, Jenny put the kettle on, the banks done gone. 
Ain’t gonna get no supper here tonight, ain’t gwine get no supper here tonight. 
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