Take off your nightshirt mama, and your gown.
Maybe 'fore day we're gonna shake 'em on down, eeh,
Bukka's stopped hollerin', oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin', mama, must I shake 'em on down.

Too much of jelly to be throwed away.
Save this jelly for some old rainy day.
Bukka's stopped hollerin', oh, must I shake 'em on down.
I done stopped hollerin', mama, must I shake 'em on down.

Fix my supper and let me go to bed.
This white lightnin' done gone to my head, eeh,
Must I holler, oh, must I shake 'em on down.
I done stopped hollerin', mama, must I shake 'em on down.

I ain't been in Georgia, but I've been told.
Georgia women got the best jellyroll, eeh,
Bukka's stopped hollerin', oh, must I shake 'em on down.
I done stopped hollerin', mama, must I shake 'em on down.

See, see, mama what you done done.
Made me love you now your man [bad word]  eeh,
Bukka's stopped hollerin', oh, must I shake 'em on down.
I done stopped hollerin', mama, must I shake 'em on down.

Baby got somethin', don't know what it is.
Make me [bad word] than an old whiskey still, eeh,
Bukka's stopped hollerin', oh, must I shake 'em on down.
I done stopped hollerin', must I shake 'em on down.