This is TJ, dedicating this song to Lead Belly

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam… / She’s from Birmingham, bambalam / Way down in Alabama, bambalam / The way she shake that thing, bambalam / Oh she make me sing, bambalam / Whoa Black Betty, bambalam… / She really get me high, bambalam / You know that’s no lie, bambalam / She’s so rock steady, bambalam / Oh she’s always ready, bambalam / Whoa Black Betty, bambalam…

Oh Black Betty, bambalam… / Black Betty had a child, bambalam / She swears its mine, bambalam / She must be out of her mind, bambalam / She must think I’m blind, bambalam / Oh Black Betty, bambalam…

Monday she got me arrested / On Tuesday up in jail / Wednesday my trail was attested / Thursday she posted my bail / Friday we went walking / Saturday I was outta my door / On Sunday we was talking / Back on Monday she pawned all my clothes / Whoa Black Betty, bambalam… / She’s from Birmingham, bambalam / Way down in Alabama, bambalam / The way she shake that thing, bambalam / Oh she make me sing, bambalam / Whoa Black Betty, bambalam… / She really get me high, bambalam / You know that’s no lie, bambalam / She’s so rock steady, bambalam / Oh she’s always ready, bambalam / Whoa Black Betty, bambalam…

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam… / Black Betty had a child, bambalam / She swears its mine, bambalam / She must be out of her mind, bambalam / She must think I’m blind, bambalam / Oh Black Betty, bambalam… / Whoa Black Betty, bambalam…

[By Huddie “Lead Belly” Ledbetter © Sony Music / Kensington Music Ltd., 2002]