KINDLIN' WOOD
(Bessie Jones' version)

A story made into a song.

Will you be mine? Oh, yes.
Will you be mine? Oh, yes.
I will marry you next Sunday afternoon.

My name is Robert Johnson,
All the way from North Carolina.
I am sellin' kindlin' wood to get along.

Kindlin' wood? Yes, kindlin' wood.
Kindlin' wood? Yes, kindlin' wood.
I am sellin' kindlin' wood to get along.

(Repeat above stanza)

I've got the left hind leg of a rabbit,
And things are comin' my way
And all I gotta do is just reach out and grab it,
'Cause things are comin' my way.

Oh me, me oh my, I feel happy all the time,
I don't have nothin' to worry my mind,
Because things are comin' my way.

I've got the left hind leg of a rabbit,
And things are comin' my way.
And all I gotta do is just reach out and grab it,
'Cause things are comin' my way.

Oh, me, how good I feel.
I come possession of an automobile,
And I can eat chicken, and I don't have to steal
Because things are comin' my way.

I've got the left hind leg of a rabbit,
And things are comin' my way.
And all I gotta do is just reach out and grab it,
'Cause things are comin' my way.

THINGS ABOUT COMING MY WAY in the DT is probably a separate song (See The Traditional Ballad Index: Things About Comin' My Way. However, EVERYTHING'S GOING MY WAY in the DT is related (I can't gain access to it at present; see Digital Tradition Mirror: Everything's Going My Way).

Another version: Left Hind Foot Of A Rabbit (with lyrics & chords).

~Masato