I Used To Wear My Aprons Low

I used to wear my apron’s low,
I used to wear my apron’s low,
I used to wear my apron’s low,
My love followed me through frost and snow.

But now my apron’s to my chin,
But now my apron’s to my chin,
But now my apron’s to my chin,
My love drives by, but he won’t come in.

He goes down to yonder’s town,
He goes down to yonder’s town,
He goes down to yonder’s town,
Takes him a chair and he sits down.

He takes that other girl on his knee,
He takes that other girl on his knee,
He takes that other girl on his knee,
And he tells her the things that he once told me.

I wish to the Lord my baby was born,
I wish to the Lord my baby was born,
I wish to the Lord my baby was born,
A sitting on it’s papa’s knee.

And me, poor girl was dead and gone,
And me, poor girl was dead and gone,
And me, poor girl was dead and gone,
And the green grass growing over me.

Maw Maw used to work as a hired girl for  an old couple back in the Smokie’s and learned this song from them as they sat on their porch.  This would have been around 1916 or sooner.  1967
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