Far Away Blues

Far Away Blues - Bessie Smith

We left our southern homes

And wandered north to roam

Like birds went seekin' a brand new field of corn

We don't know why we are here

But we're up here just the same

And we are just the lonesomest

Girls that's ever born

Some of these days we are going far away

Some of these days we are going far away

Where we have got a lot of friends

And don't have no roof rent to pay

Oh there'll come a day when from us you'll here no news

Oh there'll come a day when from us you'll here no news

Then you will know that we have died from

Those lonesome far away blues