Young bones groan. and the rocks below say:. "throw your skinny body down son!". But I'm going to meet the one I love. so please don't stand in my way. because I'm going to meet the one I love. no Mamma let me go!. Young bones groan. and the rocks below say :. "throw your white body down!". But I'm going to meet the one I love. At last! at last! at last!. I'm going to meet the one I love. no Mamma let me go !. I thought that if you had. an acoustic guitar. then it meant that you were. a Protest Singer. oh I can smile about it now. but at the time it was terrible. no Mamma let me go. no ...