Prisoner’s Talking Blues

Lord, I feel so bad sometime
Seems like that I'm weakenin' every day
You know begin to get grey since I got here
Well a whole lot of worryin' causin' that
But I can feel myself weakenin'
I don't keep well no more
I keeps sickly
Takes a lot of medicine, but it looks like it don't do no good
All I have to do is pray
That's the only thing'll help me here

One foot in the grave look like
And the other one out
Sometime looks like my best day
Gotta be my last day
Somеtime I feel like I nevеr see
My little kids anymore
But if I don't never see 'em no more
Leave 'em in the hands of God

You know my sister
She like a mother to me
She do all in the world that she can
She went all the way along with me in this trouble
Till the end

In a way, I was glad my poor mother had 'ceased
Because she suffered with heart trouble
And trouble behind me
Sure woulda went hard with her
But if she were livin'
I could call on her sometime

But my ol' father dead, too
That'd make me
Be motherless and fatherless
It's six of us sisters
Three boys
Family done got small now
Looks like they're dyin' out fast
I don't know but God been good to us in a way
'cause ol' Death
Have stayed away a long time

Lord, my worry sure carryin' me down
Lord, my worry sure is carryin' me down
Sometimes I feel like, baby, committin' suicide
Yeah, sometimes I feel, feel like committin' suicide
I got the nerve if I had anythin' to do it with
I'm goin' down slow, somethin' wrong with me
Yes, I'm goin' down slow, somethin' wrong with me
I've got to make a change while that I'm young
If I don't, I won't never get old