I'm goin' home friends sit down and tell my my mama. Friends sit down and tell my mama. I'm goin' home sit down and tell my mama. I'm goin' home sit down and tell my mama. That that's no way to get along. These low-down women mama they treated your ahw poor son wrong. Mama treated me wrong. These low-down women mama treated your poor son wrong. These low-down women mama treated your poor son wrong. And that's no way for him to get along. They treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone. Mama made of a rock or stone. Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone. Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone. And that's no way for me to get along. You know that was enough mama to make your son wished he's dead and gone. Mama wished I's dead and gone. That is enough to make your son mama wished he's dead and gone. That is enough to make your son mama wished he's dead and gone. 'Cause that's no way for him to get along. I stood on the roadside I cried alone all by myself. I cried alone by myself. I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself. I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself. Cryin' "That's no way for me to get along". I's wantin' some train to come along and take me away from here. Friends take me away from here. Some train to come along and take me away from here. Some train to come along and take me away from here. And that's no way for me to get along