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Jackson on a high hill mama : Natchez just below
I ever get back home : I won't be back no more
Oh my mama's getting old : her head is turning grey
Don't you know it'll break her heart : know I'm living this a‑way
I woke up this morning : jinx all around my bed
Turned my face to the wall : and I didn't have a word to say
No use a‑hollering : no use screaming and crying
For you know you got a home : mama long as I got mine
Hey Lord have mercy : on my wicked soul
I wouldn't mistreat you : baby for my weight in gold
Oh I'm going away baby : don't you want to go
Take God to tell : when I'll be back here anymore
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