Screamin' And Hollerin' The Blues

Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
 Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
 I ever get back home, I won't be back no more
 Oh, my mama's gettin' old, her head is turnin' grey
 My mama's getting old, her head is turnin' grey
 Don't you know it'll break her heart, know, a 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 ain't gonna mistreat you!)
 I wouldn't mistreat you, baby, for my weight in gold
 Oh, goin' away, baby, don't you wanna go?
 I'm goin' away, mama, don't you wanna go?
 (I know you wanna go, baby!)
 Take God to tell when I'll be back here anymore