Dust My Broom

I’m gonna get up in the morning
I believe I’ll dust my broom.
I’m gonna get up in the morning
I believe I’ll dust my broom.
Well my best gal I’ll be leaving
So my friend, get out my room

I’m gonna write a letter to China
See if my baby’s over there.
I’m gonna write a letter to China
See if my baby’s over there.
If she ain’t up in the Hawaiian Islands,
Must be in Ethiopia somewhere

I believe believe my time alone
I believe believe my time alone
I’ve had to quit my baby and give up my happy home