Eh, something's going on wrong Oh, when I come in, found my baby's gone Uh, when she come in, rag tied on her head She come in, rag tied on her head Asked my baby a few questions, she swore she was nearly dead If you treat me good, good Lord, I'll bless your soul Treat me good, Lord, I'll bless your soul And if you treat me bad, mama, to hell you'll surely go Said, I'm on my way back, to that lonesome hill On my way back to that lonesome hill Goin' back where I can look down, where this black man used to live Aaaah, 't's gonna become of me? I said, mama, what's gonna become of me? Every time I leave home, it's tell my father it's where I'm gon' be Lord, my father beat mama, caused me to leave my own home Father beat her, caused me to leave my home "Lord, I tried and I tried, and I just can't let her 'lone"