Screamin’ and Hollerin’ the Blues

Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
--- (So did the Lord dear mama) ---
I ever get back home I won't be back no more

Oh, my mama get old, her head is turnin' gray
My mama's getting old, head is turnin' gray
Don't you know it'll break her heart know my 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 wouldn't mistreat you) ---
I wouldn't mistreat you, baby, for my weight in gold

Oh, go away baby, don't you wanna go
I'm goin' away pretty mama, don't you wanna go
--- (I know you wanna go, baby) ---
Take God to tell when I'll be back here anymore