I wake up every morning

Honey, with the risin' sun

I wake up every morning

Baby, with the risin' sun

Thinkin' about my honey dripper

And all the wrong she's done

When you see my baby

Tell her I said, hurry home

If you see my baby

Tell her I said, hurry home

I ain't had no real good lovin'

Since my gal been gone

She's a little bitty girl

And they call her Vita Lee

She's a little bitty girl

And they call her Vita Lee

Well, the poor girl's gone

But she sure was good to me

I don't mind cryin', baby

But I hate to sleep all by myself

Don't mind cryin', baby

But I hate to sleep all by myself

Well, the little girl I'm in love with

She's lovin' somebody else