Eh, something's going on wrong
Oh, when I come in, found my baby's gone
Uh, when she come in, rag tied on her head
She come in, rag tied on her head
Asked my baby a few questions, she swore she was nearly dead
If you treat me good, good Lord, I'll bless your soul
Treat me good, Lord, I'll bless your soul
And if you treat me bad, mama, to hell you'll surely go
Said, I'm on my way back, to that lonesome hill
On my way back to that lonesome hill
Goin' back where I can look down, where this black man used to live
Ah, what's gonna become of me?
I said, mama, what's gonna become of me?
Every time I leave home, it's tell my father it's where I'm gon' be
Lord, my father beat mama, caused me to leave my own home
Father beat her, caused me to leave my home
"Lord, I tried and I tried, and I just can't let her 'lone"
