Из альбома: Complete Recorded Works 1937-47, Vol. 1-(1937-40)
Don’t the world seem lonely when you’ve got to battle it all by yourself?
Don’t this world seem lonely when you’ve got to battle it by yourself?
Even the one you love turns a back on you for someone else.
My mother ‘n dad left me when I was too small to help myself.
My mother ‘n dad, they left me when I was too small to help myself.
And my sisters and brothers drove me away to somebody else.
So many nights I tramped through the rain from door to door.
So many nights I tramped through the rain and snow.
I wanted to go back home, but I ain’t welcome there no more.
I’m motherless and I’m fatherless, I’m almos’ friendless too.
I’m motherless and I’m fatherless, I’m almos’ friendless too.
Seems the world is down on you, no one knows what to do.
Rocks was my pillow, and the cold ground was my bed.
Rocks was my pillow, cold ground was my bed.
The blue skies was my blanket, an’ the moonlight was my spread.