Mark Erelli Troubles (those Lonesome Kind)
(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
