That's No Way To Get Along

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