You go to Banglin'1, tell my boys
You go to Banglin', tell my boys
What times I'm havin' up in Illinois
In Illinois, up in Illinois
When I gin2 my little cotton I'm going to sell my seed
When I gin my little cotton and sell my seed
I'm gonna give my baby, everything she need
Everything she need, ev'rything she need
I'm gonna give my baby everything she need
You know, I been in Texas and I been in Arkansas
I been in Texas and I been in Arkansas
But I never had a good time till I got to Illinois
Up in Illinois, up in Illinois
The people will treat you just so-so so'3
You'll never go back to old Banglin' no more
Never no more, never no more
I been to Chicago and I been to Detroit
I been to Chicago and I been to Detroit
But I never had a good time till I got up in Illinois
In Illinois, up in Illinois
When you go down in Banglin', will you tell my boys
When you go down in Banglin', tell my boys
What a good time's a-waitin' up in Illinois
Up in Illinois, up in Illinois
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Note 1: Banglin', James spelling, was Skip James's own pet name of a lumber camp operating out of Pelahatchie, Mississippi, that employed him as a timber-cutter in the early twenties. His explanation of this word coinage - that it followed from the camp's "saggy" position on a bluff - suggests that it may have arisen through confusion with "dangling";
Note 2: gin, a cotton gin, a machine that separates the seeds, hulls, and foreign material from cotton;
Note 3: so', soft
