Six Week Old Blues

Well now you know my mama told me
when I was only six weeks old
Well now you know my mama told me
when I was only six weeks old
She said, Son, when you get six weeks older, well now then I'll,
mama's gonna set your clothes out doors

Well now you know I looked at my mama well now baby then now
I begin to cry
Well now you know I looked at my mama
baby then now
I begin to cry
I said, And when you put your boy out mama well now
I truly believe your poor boy die

Well now you know sometimes I weep
then again I mourn like a mourning dove
Well I said sometimes I weeping
then again I mourn like a mourning dove
I say that your life ain't worth living now then now
well if you ain't with the one you love

Well now when I leave your town
I want you to pin crepes on your door
Well now when I leave your town baby
I want you to pin crepes on your door
I said that if I won't be dead
well but I ain't coming back here no more

When I die
I want you to bury my body low
When I die
I want you to bury my body low
Just so that my evil spirit won't be
hanging around your door no more
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