I wake up every morning, honey with the risin' sun
I wake up every morning, baby with the risin' sun
Thinkin' about my honey dripper and all the wrong she's done

When you see my baby, tell her I said hurry home
If you see my baby, tell her I said hurry home
I ain't had no real good lovin', since my gal been gone

She's a little bitty girl and they call her Vita Lee
She's a little bitty girl and they call her Vita Lee
Well the poor girl's gone but she sure was good to me

I don't mind cryin' baby but I hate to sleep all by myself
Don't mind cryin' baby but I hate to sleep all by myself
When the little girl I'm in love with, she's lovin' somebody else