Screamin' And Hollerin' The Blues

Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below I ever get back home, I won't be back no more Oh, my mama's gettin' old, her head is turnin' grey My mama's getting old, her head is turnin' grey Don't you know it'll break her heart, know, a livin' this-a way? Ever woke up in the mornin', jinx all around your bed? Ever woke up in the mornin', jinx all around your bed? (Children, I know how it is, baby) Turned my face to the wall and I didn't have a word to say No use a-hollerin', no use a-screamin' and cryin' No use a-hollerin', no use a-screamin' and cryin' For you know you got a home, mama, long as I got mine Hey, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul (You know I ain't gonna mistreat you!) I wouldn't mistreat you, baby, for my weight in gold Oh, goin' away, baby, don't you wanna go? I'm goin' away, mama, don't you wanna go? (I know you wanna go, baby!) Take God to tell when I'll be back here anymore