Classic Poem

Have you ever took a trip, baby, on the Mobile Line
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout the Mobile Line
That's the road to ride, baby, ease your troublin' mind

Well I got a letter, baby, this is the way it read
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout the way it read
Come home, come home, baby, 'cause your love is dead

Well I packed my suitcase, bundled up my clothes
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout bundlinup his clothes
When I got there she was layin' on the coolin' board

Well I took my baby, honey, to the buryin' ground
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout the buryin' ground
You oughta heard me hollerin' when they let her down

Well there's two black horses standin' on the buryin' ground
When I turned around those big tears run on down

When you go to heaven gonna, babe, gonna stop by France
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout stop by France
Gonna stop by there just to give these girls a chance

Baby, when I die don't bury daddy at all
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout bury-daddy-at-all
Well pickle daddy's bones, baby, in alkyhol

Well the boat is up the river, baby, and she won't come down
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout she won't come down
Well I b'lieve to my soul, baby, boat is water bound

Baby, when I die put daddy's picture in a frame
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout in a frame
So where daddy's goin' you can see him just the same

Hello heaven, daddy want to give you a telephone
Hey lordy mama mama
Hey lordy papa papa,
Hollerin' 'bout the telephone
So you can talk with daddy anytime when he's gone