Rolling Stone (Pt. 2)
Oh, the last time I seen her standing on the station, crying
Oh, the last time I seen her, she's standing on the station, crying
Believe she told her friend, "Yon' go that man of mine"
Believe she told her friend, "Yon' go that man of mine"
I don't mind him going, he's gone and leave me here
I don't mind him going, he's gone and leave me here
Got to go back home, sleep all night by myself
Got to go back home, sleep, friend, all night by myself
Man, don't your house feel lonesome when your biscuit roller gone?
Man, don't your house feel lonesome when your biscuit roller's gone?
You stand in your back door and cry by yourself, alone
You stand in your back door, crying by yourself, alone
Crying, ain't it enough to make a poor man wish't he's dead and gone?
Crying, ain't it enough to make a poor man wish't he's dead and gone?
'Cause that woman he loved, she's gone and left him 'lone
'Cause that woman he loved, she's gone and left him 'lone
Oh, looks like I ain't seen her since six long months, today
Oh, looks like I ain't seen her since six long months, today
Ain't it enough make a poor man, great God, walk away?
Ain't it enough make a poor man, great God, walk away?
Oh, the last time I seen her, she's standing on the station, crying
Believe she told her friend, "Yon' go that man of mine"
Believe she told her friend, "Yon' go that man of mine"
I don't mind him going, he's gone and leave me here
I don't mind him going, he's gone and leave me here
Got to go back home, sleep all night by myself
Got to go back home, sleep, friend, all night by myself
Man, don't your house feel lonesome when your biscuit roller gone?
Man, don't your house feel lonesome when your biscuit roller's gone?
You stand in your back door and cry by yourself, alone
You stand in your back door, crying by yourself, alone
Crying, ain't it enough to make a poor man wish't he's dead and gone?
Crying, ain't it enough to make a poor man wish't he's dead and gone?
'Cause that woman he loved, she's gone and left him 'lone
'Cause that woman he loved, she's gone and left him 'lone
Oh, looks like I ain't seen her since six long months, today
Oh, looks like I ain't seen her since six long months, today
Ain't it enough make a poor man, great God, walk away?
Ain't it enough make a poor man, great God, walk away?
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Writer(s): Robert Wilkins
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