I had a wife and she was a weaver She wouldn���t weave and I wouldn���t either. 
I had a wife and she was a Quaker, She wouldn���t work and the Devil couldn���t make her. 
Oh little girl, if you don’t do better, Put you on a boat, gonna send you down the river. 
Boat began to rock and my heart began to quiver, Oh little girl, I���m goin’ down the river. 
Goodbye wife and goodbye Katie, Goodbye biscuits sopped in gravy. 
Gonna get a way, write a old letter, I���ll come back when I get a little better. 
Coon Creek���s high and Coon Creek���s muddy I���m so drunk I can���t stand steady. 
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