Lost Wandering Blues

I'm leavin' this mornin' with my clothes in my hand
I'm leavin' this mornin' with my clothes in my hand
I won't stop movin' till I find my man

I'm standin' here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I'm standin' here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I got a trunk too big to be botherin' with on the road

I went up on the mountain, turned my face to the sky
I went up on the mountain, turned my face to the sky
I heard a whisper, said, "Mama please don't die"

I turned around to give him my right han'
I turned around to give him my right han'
When I looked in his face, I was talkin' to my man

Lord, look it yonder people, my love has been refused
Lord, look it yonder people, my love has been refused
That's the reason why Mama's got the lost wandering blues



Credits
Writer(s): Ma Rainey
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