Swing It on Home (1)

I wish I was an apple hanging from a tree

Out for all the sweet little men reaching out to me

Now swing it on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

Run on home, big mama

He gonna marry you someday

Listen, everybody, what I got to say

Hope that when you hear this record I'll be in your home someday

Now swing it on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

He gonna marry you someday

Last year he plied a horse, this year he mule

Told me that he was going back home to get married to Julie

Swing it on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

He gonna marry you someday

We don't plant no cotton, not even tomatoes

All they plant down in my hometown is candy and potatoes

Swing it on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

Run on home, big mama

He gonna marry you someday

Now hey, everybody, I hope you like our playing

When you see Buddy Guy, this is what he's saying

Run on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

Run on home, big mama

He gonna marry you someday

Now swing it on home, big mama

Run on home, big mama

Swing it on home, big mama

He gonna marry you someday