This seems to be a completely different song:


FO DAY CREEP
As recorded by Barbecue Bob, 1927.

You pass my door, brown, you won’t even look in.
You pass my door, but you won’t even look in.
You pass just like a whirlwind.

You can pass me up, try to ignore me too. (2x)
‘Cept like you ignore me, somebody gonna ignore you.

I lied down last night; I couldn’t even sleep
I lie down last night, but I couldn’t even sleep
I thinkin’ about that gal, might make that fore-day creep.
Yes, mama, you might make that fore-day creep.

That’s a low-down fireman, dirty John Nare. (2x)
Done took my gal an’ left me standing here.

Then I asked the brakeman, let me ride your blind. (2x)
Said: sorry, buddy, but you know this train ain’t mine.

Some people are happy and some are burdened down. (2x)
Some are so doin’, some are so low-down.

I lie down last night, gal, I couldn’t even sleep.
I said lie down last night, I couldn’t even sleep.
Thinkin’ about that gal, might make that fore-day creep.
Lord, mama, you might make that fore-day creep.