Jimmie Dale Gilmore - Mobile Line lyrics

Well, hey, mama, now did you ever go down on Down on the Mobile Line Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa Holler 'bout the Mobile Line Well, it's a road to ride to ease your troublin' mind Well, I got a letter now, this is the way it read Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa papa Holler 'bout the way it read Said come home, baby, because your lover is dead Well, I ran out and I hopped out on the road Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa Holler 'bout on the road When I got there she was laying on a coolin' board Now when I die, mama, don't you bury papa at all Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa Holler 'bout your papa at all Just throw my bones down in some alcohol Now when I die, mama, put my picture in a frame Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa Holler 'bout a picture in a frame Hang it up on the mantle, you can see me just the same And when I die I think I'm gonna stop by France Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa Holler 'bout a stop by France I'm gonna stop by France just to give all the women a chance Well, hey mama, now did you ever go down on Down on the Mobile Line Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa Holler bout the Mobile Line Well, it's a road to ride to ease your troublin' mind Well, it's a road to ride to ease your troublin' mind