C .C. Ryder,
see what you have done
C .C. Ryder,
don't you know what you have done
Hey, look here, mama,
don't you see what you've done?
Lord, made me love you
and now your man has come
Oh, Jack Frost done killed my
sweet potato vines
Oh, Jack Frost got my
sweet potato vines
Jack Frost done killed all
my sweet potato fats,
yes, he did
And the blues ain't a thing
but a woman on your mind
All right, Richard
Yeah, I've got the blues,
I'm in a dangerous spot
Baby, I done told you
And your momma told you to
I told you, honey,
and your momma told you to
You're 21 now,
and you can do what you wanna do
But don't you see all the trouble
you've brought us to?
See, see, Ryder,
see what you have done
See, see, Ryder,
don't you know just what you've done
Now, look here, gal,
don't you know what you've done?
Oh, you made me love you,
but now your man has come
Where you at, Bob Hill?
I hear you, son
Lord, I wish I had listened
to my second mind
If I'd only listened to my second mind
I wish I had listened to my
second mind
Then I wouldn't be sittin' here
wringin' my hands and cryin'
He's gonna shoot me,
you know that, don't you?
See, see, rider, see what you have done
See, see, rider,
don't you know what you have done
Hey, hey, looky what you've done
Oh, you made me love you
and now your man has come
Let's all jam the last one
We'd like to do a song
that Mike and I wrote together.
It's a gospel song, southern gospel,
Michael being a Moravian
and me being a Presbyterian.
I'm gonna have to sing it.
I don't know whether I'm
a Baptist or not.
You're a Baptist.
Bob goes to church out in Phoenix
that handles snakes.
I'm a snake handling religion.
Don't you let him lay that on you,
Reptilians.
The reptilians, huh?
I'm ready.