Down South Blues (Take 1) - Alberta Hunter

If I had listened to my sweet old mother

I’d be right in my Southern home

But instead, I had a hard, hard head

So I started out to roam

Now I’ve traveled north, south, east and west

No comfort have I found

Well I’ve got my luggage all packed up

And again I am down South bound

When I get back, my folks will meet me with outstretched arms

Lord, when I get back, my folks will meet me with outstretched arms

My father and mother, they’ll protect and keep me from all harm

My mother’s old, and her hair is turning gray

Lord, my poor mother’s old, and her hair is turning gray

And it would break her heart to see me living this way

Now there’s an old saying, «It never rains unless it pours»

I say there’s an old saying, «It never rains unless it pours»

But all will be sunshine, when I reach those good old sunny shores

the train, Northern Yard

the train, Northern Yard

I’m going back down South, if I have to