that's no way to get along

i'm goin' home

friends

sit down and tell my

my mama

friends

sit down and tell my mama

i'm goin' home

sit down and tell my mama

i'm goin' home

sit down and tell my mama

that that's no way to get along

these low-down women

mama

they treated your

ahw

poor son wrong

mama

treated me wrong

these low-down women

mama

treated your poor son wrong

these low-down women

mama

treated your poor son wrong

and that's no way for him to get along

they treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone

mama

made of a rock or stone

treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone

treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone

and that's no way for me to get along

you know

that was enough

mama

to make your son wished he's dead and gone

mama

wished i's dead and gone

that is enough to make your son

mama

wished he's dead and gone

that is enough to make your son

mama

wished he's dead and gone

'cause that's no way for him to get along

i stood on the roadside

i cried alone

all by myself

i cried alone by myself

i stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself

i stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself

cryin'

that's no way for me to get along"