I'm leaving this morning : with my clothes in my hand

I won't stop to wandering : till I find my man



I'm sitting here wondering : will a matchbox hold my

clothes

I've got a *sun to beat* : I'll be farther beyond the

road



I went up on the mountain : turned my face to the sky

I heard the wind say : it said mama please don't die



I turned around : looked into my right hand

Well I looked there to see : if I was closer to my man



Lord look a‑yonder people : my love had been refused

That's the reason why : mama's got the lost wandering

blues