My Little Hootchie-Koochie Poem by Philip Lore

Way down south on the Chat-a-hoochie,
I found a sweet girl,
She's my hootchie-koochie.
We fell in love, by that river so wide,
Buried her near, on the day she died.

About a year ago,
MaryJo complained about her heart,
Knew that she was sick,
The Doc came and did his part.

MaryJo, my baby,
How she suffered so,
My little Hoochie-koochie,
I begged her not to go.

Her beauty slipped away,
On my knees, I prayed each day.
I loved her so.....
My future slipped away.

O' merciful Lord in Heaven above,
Please ease the pain of my sweet love.
Sweet Jesus, take her to the promised land,
I pray as I hold my MaryJo's hand.

I kissed her softly, she let out a sigh,
My senses numb, I sobbed, I cried.
She whispered...I love you, my sweet man.
Jesus is here...He's holding my hand,
I'm going with him....She let go of my hand.