Good God Have Mercy

Intro Down in South Carolina, in the piney woods Where they make sweet turpentine There I first saw the light of day Landin' on my mind Runnin' in the sunshine laughing Rollin' in the red dirt crying I said mmmm mmmm Good God have mercy Cannery warehouse baby, I went to school I eat lunch from the cans of our store Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove I used to keep out in the cold Sittin' around, you know, just tellin' lies about uh What I'd be when I grew old I said mmmm mmmm Good God have mercy Trestle track, now mama Where the BNN used to haul Freight train caught daddy one day He took a long, long fall I'd only been taught to think on life Never thought on death at all I said mmmm mmmm Good God have mercy Solo Now every Sunday after church There'd be a meeting on the ground Some good soul she would always say It's a shame about Frieda Brown Mama and the ladies they formed a society They run Frieda out of town I said mmmm mmmm Good God have mercy Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home Daddy's on the main line, the kids all need him home Good God have mercy