Mark erelli troubles (those lonesome kind) lyrics

(Clarence Gibson)



Well you think you got troubles

Man listen to me

I'll tell you a story as it happened you see



I got four little kids a-waiting at home

My wife done packed her bags and gone

She done moved on across the tracks

And I know that girl ain't a-coming back



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I got troubles

Troubles on my mind

Well I got troubles, hey those lonesome kind



Every morning Å’bout 8 o'clock

The kids start crying and they holler ³Pop,

Where's my mama? Where's she gone?

And when's my mama gonna come back home?²



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My little girl is only three

I picked her up and set her on my knee

Try to soothe her crying but she cries too hard

And the crying, oh daddy, well, oh Lord



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I know my baby's too young to talk

I sit and watch her try to walk

She's turning around, watching the door

And a big teardrop done hit the floor



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Well I told you a story as it happened to me

Just the way that it happened you see

You got a good gal don't you do her no wrong

She'll pack her trunk and then be gone



Then you'll have troubles

Troubles on your mind