Classic Poem

I believe that if I had my
sweet woman's heart in my hand
in my hand
I believe that if I had my
sweet woman's heart in my hand
in my hand

I believe I could teach her
how to treat a real good man

I drink so much whisky, mama
I can't hardly talk
hardly talk
sweet mama, hardly talk

I drink so much whisky
I can't hardly talk
hardly talk
Well, it's done addled on my brain
people, I can't hardly walk

How my poor heart weeped and weary
baby, when you drove me away
drove me away
sweet mama, you drove me away

How my poor heart weeped and weary
baby, when you drove me away
It was crying for poor boy McTell
some old rainy day

Going up on the Lookout Mountain
and dived in Niagra Falls
Niagra Falls
sweet mama, Niagra Falls
Going up on the Lookout Mountain
and I dived in Niagra Falls
Niagra Falls
Seem like to me I can hear my
Atlanta mama call
I hear her call

Don't fret and worry
and don't grieve after me
sweet mama
after me

Don't grieve and worry
and don't fret after me
after me

Don't you scream and cry
'Cause I'm going back to Tennessee

(Oh boy, play the Drive Away Blues for me)

(That's all I know)

Can't read and write
can't even spell my name
spell my name
I know, spell my name

Can't read and write
can't even spell my name
You drove me away
and drove my heart insane

(But I won't be back no more, mama)