Written by Billy Roberts
Intro E7 E7 Down in South Carolina, in the piney woods E7 Where they make sweet turpentine A There I first saw the light of day E7 Landin' on my mind A Runnin' in the sunshine laughing E7 Rollin' in the red dirt crying E7 C D I said mmmm mmmm E7 Good God have mercy E7 Cannery warehouse baby, I went to school E7 I eat lunch from the cans of our store A Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove E7 I used to keep out in the cold A Sittin' around, you know, just tellin' lies about uh E7 What I'd be when I grew old E7 C D I said mmmm mmmm E7 Good God have mercy E7 Trestle track, now mama E7 Where the BNN used to haul A Freight train caught daddy one day E7 He took a long, long fall A I'd only been taught to think on life E7 Never thought on death at all E7 C D I said mmmm mmmm E7 Good God have mercy Solo E7 Now every Sunday after church E7 There'd be a meeting on the ground A Some good soul she would always say E7 It's a shame about Frieda Brown A Mama and the ladies they formed a society E7 They run Frieda out of town E7 C D I said mmmm mmmm E7 Good God have mercy E7 Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home E7 Daddy's on the main line, the kids all need him home E7 Good God have mercy
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