Standin' here wonderin',
will the matchbox hold
my clothes?
Lord, mama, don't you know your daddy cries,
baby?
Standin' here wonderin',
will the matchbox hold my clothes?
When I leave this town,
I don't need no suitcase, I know.
Hey, pretty mama,
tell me what's the matter now?
God, mama, don't you know your
daddy's crying, baby?
Hey, pretty mama,
tell me what's the matter now?
Are you trying to quit your daddy,
but good God,
you don't know how.
I'm going to cross Red River,
I'm sure going to leave this town,
Dad, Mama,
don't you know your daddy worry.
I'm gonna cross Red River,
I'm so gonna leave this town.
Because the gal that I'm lovin',
she done tore my feather bed down.
There's a bulldog in the alley,
jumpin' up against the chain.
Died mama ain't got a crying shame,
baby.
Bulldog in the alley
jumping up against the chain.
And I have got a
brown -skinned woman
that's doing me just the same.
If my train don't run, baby,
I've got a dog on me to ride.
Dad, Mama, goodbye,
fare thee well, baby.
If my train don't run,
I've got a dog on me to ride.
But I don't have to catch him,
cause he's already tied.