That's No Way to Get Along

That's No Way to Get Along - Robert Wilkins

I'm goin' home friends sit down and tell my my mama

Friends sit down and tell my mama

I'm goin' home sit down and tell my mama

I'm goin' home sit down and tell my mama

That that's no way to get along

These low-down women mama they treated your ahw poor son wrong

Mama treated me wrong

These low-down women mama treated your poor son wrong

These low-down women mama treated your poor son wrong

And that's no way for him to get along

They treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone

Mama made of a rock or stone

Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone

Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone

And that's no way for me to get along

You know that was enough mama

To make your son wished he's dead and gone

Mama wished I's dead and gone

That is enough to make your son mama

Wished he's dead and gone

That is enough to make your son mama

Wished he's dead and gone

'Cause that's no way for him to get along

I stood on the roadside I cried alone all by myself

I cried alone by myself

I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself

I stood on the roadside and cried alone by myself

Cryin' "That's no way for me to get along"

I's wantin' some train to come along

And take me away from here

Friends take me away from here

Some train to come along and take me away from here

And that's no way for me to get along