William Harris - Kitchen Range Blues lyrics

I've got a range in my kitchen, it don't do me no good I've got a range in my kitchen, it don't do me no good I'm gon' get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood Goin' get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood Goin' get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood All these Alabama women, they don't mean you no good She had the nerve to tell me, she didn't want me no more She had the nerve to tell me, she didn't want me no more But the good book do tell you, you got to reap what you sow So many cold mornings, you drove me from your door So many cold mornings, you drove me from your door But the good book do said baby, you got to reap just what you sow Ay baby, what are you trying to do Ay baby, what are you trying to do Are you tryin' to quit me, break my heart in two Say I wanna do my baby, ever think of me I wanna do my baby, ever think of me Then I wanna do my baby, ever think of me I'm gonna tell you woman, there goes... I'm gonna tell you baby there goes... If you don't want me mama, what do I want with you