Good God Have Mercy - Roy Buchanan

Down in South Carolina in the piny woods

Where they make sweet turpentine;

There I first saw the light of day

Landin' on my mind.

Runnin' in the sunshine laughin',

Rollin' in the red dirt cryin'.

I said, hmmh,

Good God have mercy.

Canary warehouses, baby, I went to school;

I even lunched from the cans of our store;

Heatin' them up on a hot-bellied stove;

I used to keep out in the cold.

Sittin' around, you know, just to tell 'em lies about, ah,

What I’d be when I grew old.

I said, hmmh,

Good God have mercy.

Trestlin' the track down, mama, where the BNN

Used to haul;

Freight train caught daddy one day;

He took a long, long fall.

I’d only been taught to think on life;

Never thought on death at all.

I said, hmmh,

Good God have mercy.

Now every Sunday after church

There’d be a meeting on the ground.

Some good soul, she would always say

It’s a shame about Frieda Brown!

Mama and the ladies they formed a society;

They’d run Frieda out of town.

I said, hmmh,

Good God have mercy.

Daddy’s on the main line, mama wants him home,

Daddy’s on the main line, the kid' don’t need him home.

Good God have mercy.