Kitchen Range Blues by William Harris Lyrics

I've got a range in my kitchen, it don't do me no good
I've got a range in my kitchen, it don't do me no good
I'm gon' get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood

Goin' get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood
Goin' get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood
All these Alabama women, they don't mean you no good

She had the nerve to tell me, she didn't want me no more
She had the nerve to tell me, she didn't want me no more
But the good book do tell you, you got to reap what you sow

So many cold mornings, you drove me from your door
So many cold mornings, you drove me from your door
But the good book do said baby, you got to reap just what you sow

Ay baby, what are you trying to do
Ay baby, what are you trying to do
Are you tryin' to quit me, break my heart in two

Say I wanna do my baby, ever think of me
I wanna do my baby, ever think of me
Then I wanna do my baby, ever think of me
I'm gonna tell you woman, there goes...
I'm gonna tell you baby there goes...
If you don't want me mama, what do I want with you