My Black Mama - Part 2

Hey, old Solomon's well, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm gonna get me a woman, you get you another man
Old Solomon's well, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm gonna get me a woman, baby, you get you another man

I got a letter this mornin', "How do you reckon it read?"
"Oh hurry, hurry, the gal you love is dead"
I got a letter this mornin', "How do you reckon it read?"
"Oh hurry, hurry, the gal you love is dead"

I grabbed my suitcase, I took her up the road
I got there, she was layin' on the coolin' board
I grabbed my suitcase, I took her up the road
Oh when I got there, she was layin' on the coolin' board

Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face
Good old gal, I got to lay here till Judgment Day
I walked up close and I looked down in her face
Yes, a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day

I tell now, I feel low down this evenin'
Oh, my woman's so black, she shades a part of this town
Can't nothin' grow when the po' girl is around
My black mama shades a part of this town
Oh, can't nothin' grow when the po' girl is around

Oh, some people tell me they worry through their mind
It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had
Some people tell me they worry through their mind
But is it the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had

Mmm, I fold my arms and I walked away
That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday
I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away
Yeah, that's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday