The work song.

I knew there were more verses, but we only sang two or three. Here is the whole of it, courtesy of Mudcat Cafe:

CRAWDAD

You get a line and I’ll get a pole, honey,
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, babe.
You get a line and I’ll get a pole,
And we’ll go down to the Crawdad hole,
Honey, sugar baby, mine,

Get up old man, you slept too late, honey,
Last piece of crawdad’s on your plate,

Get up old woman, you slept too late, honey,
Crawdad man done passed )-our gate,

Along come a man with a sack on his back, honey,
Packin’ all the crawdads he can pack,

What you gonna do when the lake goes dry,
Sit on the bank and watch the crawdads die,

What you gonna do when the crawdads die, honey?
Sit on the bank until I cry,

I heard the duck say to the drake, honey,
There ain’t no crawdads in this lake,
Honey, sugar baby mine.