No Woman No Nickel

I'm cold in hand
can't get nothing here
Cold in hand
can't get nothing here
I'm hungry as a hound
I can't travel no where

I can't help but to worry
how my good friend done
Can't help but to worry
how my good friend done
Spent my money by the dollar
now won't give me nickel one

Mama told me
times and times again
Yes, mama told me
times and times again
Anybody laughs in my face
just can't be my friend

Lord look down on poor me
pity my worried cares
Lord look down on me
pity my worried cares
Help me to rise once more
I'm gonna change my free-hearted ways

Just give me one friend to
keep me from feeling so sad
Just give me one friend to
keep me from feeling so sad
Lord you know I want a friend
like the one what Adam had
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