| Old rocking chair’s got me, my cane by my side | 
| Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide | 
| Can’t get from this cabin, goin' nowhere | 
| Just set me here grabbin' at the flies round this rocking chair | 
| My dear old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be | 
| Send me sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I see | 
| Old rocking chair gets it, judgement day is here | 
| Chained to my rocking chair | 
| Old rocking chair’s got me, son, (rocking chair got you father) | 
| My cane by my side, (yes, your cane by your side) | 
| Now fetch me a little gin son, (ain't got no gin, father) | 
| What? | 
| 'fore I tan your hide, now, (you're gonna tan my hide) | 
| You know, I can’t get from this old cabin, (what cabin? joking) | 
| I ain’t goin' nowhere. | 
| (why ain’t you goin' nowhere?) | 
| Just sittin' me here grabbin' (grabbin') at the flies round this old rocking | 
| chair | 
| (rocking chair) | 
| Now you remember dear old aunt Harriet, (aunt Harriet) | 
| How long in Heaven she be? | 
| (she's up in Heaven) | 
| Send me down, send me down sweet (sweet chariot) chariot | 
| End of this trouble I see. | 
| (I see, daddy) | 
| Old rocking chair gets it son, (rocking chair get it, father) | 
| Judgement day is here, too. | 
| (your judgement day is here) | 
| Chained to my rocking, old rocking chair |