Parchman Farm Blues/ Preachin' Blues

Judge give me life this mornin'
Down on Parchman farm
Judge give me life this mornin'
Down on Parchman farm
I wouldn’t hate it so bad
But I left my wife in mourn
Oh, goodbye wife
All you have done gone
Oh, goodbye wife
All you have done gone
But I hope that some day
You will tell my lonesome song
Oh, listen you men
I don’t mean no harm
Oh, listen you men
Sure don’t mean no harm
If you wanna do good
You better telephone Parchman farm
We got to work in the mornin'
Just at dawn of day
We got to work in the mornin'
Just at dawn of day
Just till the settin' sun down
When your work is done
I’ll redeem with my home
But the men don’t want me around
I’ll redeem with my home
But the men don’t want me around
They say I’ll take their women
Take them out of town
I’m sitting on Parchman farm
And I sho' wanna go back home
I’m here on Parchman farm
Sho' wanna go back home
But I hope that some day
I shall overcome
I was up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I was up this mornin'
Yeah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues, give me your right hand
And the blues fell mama’s child
Tore me all upside down
Yes
You gonna do it?
it now
And the blues fell mama’s child
Tore me all upside down
Carry on, poor Bob
Just can’t seem to turn you 'round
And the blues, is a achin' old heart disease
And the blues, is a old achin' old heart disease
Killing me like consumption
Killing me like by degrees
I been studyin' the rain
Oh, oh, drive
Oh, oh, drive my blues away
I been studyin' the rain
Oh, oh, drive
Oh, drive my blues away
Goin' out to the 'stil'ry
Stay out there all day