Lord, when you get home, pretty mama Please write me a few of your little lines Lord, when you get home, pretty mama Please write me a few of your little lines Lord, that'd be consolation Oh mama, to my worried mind Lord, I left my baby Standin', Lord, in her back door, cryin' Lord, I left my baby Standin', Lord, in her back door, cryin' I never felt so sorry Oh mama, till she said goodbye I'm goin' down to the river I'm gonna sit down on the ground I'm goin' down to the river I'm gonna sit down on the ground I'm gonna let the waves of water Oh mama, wash my troubles down Wash my troubles down Wash my troubles down