Rev. Gary Davis - Throwin' Up My Hand текст песни

If I could holler just like a mountain jack
I'd go upon the mountain, hollered my baby back
There is one thing that sure worries me
My good gal packed her suitcase, walked off and left poor me
Lord, Lord, you see what a fix she left me in
I ani't got no home, I sure ain't got no friends
I'm goin' away where you're off my mind
And I won't be here wringin' my hands and cry