I wake up every morning
Honey, up with the rising sun
I wake up every morning
Honey, with the rising sun
Think about my honey dripper
And all the wrong she's done
Well if you see my honey dripper
Tell her I said hurry hone
Well if you see my little honey dripper
Tell her I said hurry home
'Cause I ain't had no real good lovin
Honey since my girl's been gone
Yeah

Here little bitty girl
And they call her Miss Viola Lee
Yes she's a little bitty girl and they
Call her Miss Viola Lee
Well this poor girl's gone
But she sure looks good to me