Ode to Maffen

Hold on, let me sing my song
Hold on, eyes might see
Hold on, let me sing my song
With all our mercy

Picking and singing the blues
Was how my mama used
To wash all her troubles away
That moment they blame
'Cause they ain't got no name
No papa to call me girl

That man no one new
When searching for ever
Thought of my mama's dred
In darkness I was born
From my mama's bowels
63 years ago

You know you're not surprised
Mama looked through my eyes
And loved me poor children all on my own

There's a nicking in my home (Lord have mercy)
I'm old and almost gone (Lord have mercy)
There's a nicking in my home (Lord have mercy)
I'm old and almost gone (Lord have mercy)

There's a nicking in my home
I'm old and almost gone
There's a nicking in my home
I'm old and almost gone

There's a nicking in my mind I say
The things that know me
No, back what you told me, girl
The dancing in the blue
How mama used to wash all her troubles away

Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy