Got To Leave My Woman

Meet me down in the bottom

Mama, bring my shoes and clothes

Meet me down in the bottom

Mama, bring my shoes and clothes

I ain't got very many

But I got so far to go

And the only one thing

That keep me so worried in mind

Now, the only one thing

That keep me so worried in mind

I've got to go leave

The woman I love behind

Now, I don't mind leaving

But I got to be gone so long

I don't mind leaving

But I got to be gone so long

They got me 'cussed of murder, mama

An' I ain't done nothin' wrong

Big sky's folding

And it can't be long 'fore day

Big sky's a folding

And it can't be long 'fore day

Oh, goodbye baby

I must be on my way

When I write you a letter, mama

Mama, answer me in a telegram

When I write you a letter

Mama, answer with a telegram

'Cause I will not be contented, mama

Until I get you where I am