That's No Way to Get Along

I'm going home
friends, sit down
and tell my
ah, mama
friends, sit down and tell my ma
I'm going home, sit down and tell my ma
I'm going home, sit down and tell my ma
That that's no way for me to get along.

These low down
women, mama
they treated your
ah, 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 of stone
mama, made of a rock of stone
Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock of stone
Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock of stone
And that's no way for me to get along.

You know that
was enough, mama
to make your son
wisht he's dead and gone
mama, wisht I's dead and gone
That 'as enough to make your son, mama, wisht he's dead and gone
That 'as enough to make your son, mama, wisht he's dead and gone
'Cause that's no way for him to get along.

He 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
And that's no way for me to get along.

I's wanting some
train to come along
and take me
now, away from here
friends, take me away from here
That train to come along and take me away from here
And that'll be no way for me to get along.
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