Wolf Folklore Collection has a brief version from Arkansas, similar to the Johnny Boker-Wright's shop version.

Lyr. Add: Ise Gwine Down to Rhody's

As I drove down to Writht's old shop,
Called to my driver and I told him to stop.

Cho.
And I'se going down to Rhody's
To see old Rhody's daughter.

Says I, "Mr. Wright, will you mend my yoke?"
He jumped at the bellows and he blowed out smoke.

Says I, "Mr. Wright, do you charge anything?
Just for to mend my steeple and the ring."

"These little jobs, they are so small,
I hardly make any charge at all."

As I drove down to Swinner's mill,
The mud sucked in my old hind wheel.

Popped my whip and I shake my line,
My fingers tingle in the wintertime.

I popped my whip and it popped so loud,
Drawed the lightning through the cloud.

Ise gwine Down
Sung by J. A. Latham, 1961.