I think that I heard the Pea Vine whistle when she blowed.
I think I heard the Pea Vine whistle when she blowed.
Blowed just like my rider's gettin' on board.

Well, the levee's sinkin' in little Louisiana, babe, and I (Baby, you know I can't stay)
The levee's sinkin', lord you know I ain't gonna stay.
I'm goin' up the country,mama, in a few more days.

Yes, you know it, she know it, she know you done done me wrong.
Yes, you know it, you know it, you know you done done me wrong.
Yes, you know it, you know it, you know you done done me wrong.

Yes, I cried last night and I ain't gonna cry anymore,
I cried last night an' I, I ain't gonna cry anymore,
`Cause the Good Book tells us you've got to reap just what you sow.

Stop your way of livin' an' you won't . . .
(You won't have to cry no more, baby.)
Stop your way of livin', an' you won't have to cry anymore.
Stop your way of livin', an' you won't have to cry anymore.

I think I heard the Pea Vine whistle when she blowed.
I think I heard the Pea Vine whistle when she blowed.
She blowed just like she wasn't goin' to blow no more.