Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
I've been around this whole country
But I never yet found Fenneario
I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge.
Ric is a blues guitarplayer. I met him one day on
The green pastures of the Harvard University. -
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
Well I don't know why I love you like I do
Nobody in the world can get along with you.
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den