Cryin', ain't goin' down this big road by myself.
A-don't ya hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Lord, ain't goin' down this big road by myself.
If I don't carry you gon' carry somebody else.
Cryin, sun gon' shine in my backdoor, someday.
A-don't ya hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Lord, sun gon' shine in my backdoor, someday.
A wind gon' change all blow my blues away.
Baby, what made you do things you do-do-do like you do-do-do?
Don't you hear me, now?
What made you do me like you do-do-do?
Now, you think 'gon do me like you done to po' old Cherry Red.
Take the poor boy's money, now sho' nuff, you won't take mine.
A-don't ya hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Taken this poor boy's money sho' nuff, won't take mine.
Taken the po' boy's money, now sure t' God, you won't take mine.
Cryin', ain't goin' down this big road by myself.
A-don't you hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Lord, ain't goin' down this big road by myself.
If I don't car' you gon' carry somebody else.
Cryin', sun gon' shine on my back door someday.
A-don't you hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Know sun gon' shine in my back door someday.
And a wind gon' change and blow my blues away.