Iâ²m goin' home, friends, sit down and tell my, my mama
Friends, sit down and tell my mama
Iâ²m goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goinâ² home, sit down and tell my mama
That thatâ²s no way to get along
These low-down women, mama, they treated your, ahw, poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
These low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
These low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
And that's no way for him to get along
They treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
Mama, made of a rock or stone
Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
And thatâ²s no way for me to get along
You know, that was enough, mama, to make your son wished he's dead and gone
Mama, wished Iâ²s dead and gone
That is enough to make your son, mama, wished he's dead and gone
That is enough to make your son, mama, wished heâ²s dead and gone
'Cause that's no way for him to get along
I stood on the roadside, I cried alone, all by myself
I cried alone by myself
I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself
I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself
Cryinâ², "Thatâ²s no way for me to get along"
I's wantinâ² some train to come along and take me away from here
Friends, take me away from here
Some train to come along and take me away from here
Some train to come along and take me away from here
And that's no way for me to get along
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