I wake up every morning   Honey, with the risin' sun   I wake up every morning   Baby, with the risin' sun   Thinkin' about my honey dripper   And all the wrong she's done      When you see my baby   Tell her I said, hurry home   If you see my baby   Tell her I said, hurry home   I ain't had no real good lovin'   Since my gal been gone      She's a little bitty girl   And they call her Vita Lee   She's a little bitty girl   And they call her Vita Lee   Well, the poor girl's gone   But she sure was good to me      I don't mind cryin', baby   But I hate to sleep all by myself   Don't mind cryin', baby   But I hate to sleep all by myself   Well, the little girl I'm in love with   She's lovin' somebody else