Well, now yonder come my baby A-walking down the street Yeah, yonder come my baby And oh, she looks sweet That ain't right, momma No, that ain't right no, no No, no, no, no, no, no I'm gonna pack my things This old town I'ma gone up alone Well, my momma she in a cubic That she don't got enough My momma found another man Said, he got lots of stuff Well, that ain't right, momma No, that ain't right no, no No, no, no, no, no, no I'm gonna pack my things And this old town I'ma gone up alone Well, I'll love her back now, momma I'll get a lot of grip If you come home, I'll buy you things Like you ain't never seen That ain't right, momma No, that ain't right, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no If you don't come home This ol' town I'ma go alone