Lyrics Harry Belafonte

Harry Belafonte

Makes A Long Time Man Feel Bad

It makes a long time man feel bad

It makes a long time man feel bad

He can't get no letter

He can't hear from home

That makes a long time man feel bad

My baby sister keeps a writin' "come on home"

My baby sister keeps a writin' "come on home"

And my tears run down 'cause my time's so long

It makes a long time man feel bad

Well bad.

Surely my mother must be gone

Well surely (surely) my mother must be gone

Well surely my mother must be gone oh Lord

That makes a long time man feel bad

There ain't no doctor no doctor in all this land

There ain't no doctor no doctor in all this land

Ain't no doctor can cure fever of a convict man

That makes a long time man feel bad.