Screamin' And Hollerin' The Blues Lyrics - The Complete Recordings: 1929-34 - Charley Patton

Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below 

Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below 

I ever get back home, I won't be back no more 

Oh, my mama's gettin' old, her head is turnin' gray 

My mama's getting old, her head is turnin' gray 

Don't you know it'll break her heart 

Know, my livin' this-a way? 

Ever woke up in the mornin', jinx all around your bed? 

Ever woke up in the mornin', jinx all around your bed? 

Children, I know how it is, baby 

Turned my face to the wall and I didn't have a word to say 

No use a-hollerin', no use a-screamin' and cryin' 

No use a-hollerin', no use a-screamin' and cryin' 

For you know you got a home, mama, long as I got mine 

Hey, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul 

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul 

You know I wouldn't mistreat you 

I wouldn't mistreat you, baby, for my weight in gold 

Oh, goin' away, baby, don't you wanna go? 

I'm goin' away, mama, don't you wanna go? 

I know you wanna go, baby 

Take God to tell when I'll be back here anymore