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Well I'm so tired of crying, but I'm out on the road again

I ain't got no woman just to call my special friend

You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow

I didn't have no payroll, not even no place to go

My dear mother left me when I was quite young

She said "lord have mercy on my wicked son"

Take a hint from me mama, please don't you cry no more

Because soon one morning down that road I go

But I ain't going down that long old lonesome road all by myself

I can't carry you baby I'm gonna carry somebody else