Roy Buchanan - Good God Have Mercy lyrics

Down in South Carolina in the piney woods Where they make sweet turpentine There I first saw the light of day Standin' on my mind Runnin' in the sunshine, laughin' Rollin' in the red dirt cryin' Said, Mmmmmm, Good God have mercy Cannery warehouse, baby I went to school I eatin' lunch from the cans that I stole Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove I used to keep out in the cold Sitting around, you know, just tellin' lies about What I'd be when I grew old Said, Mmmmmm, Good God have mercy Trestle track now mama Where the B and N 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 d**h at all Said, Mmmmm, Good God have mercy Now every sunday after church There'd be a meetin' on the ground "Some good soul" she would always say "It's a shame about Freida Brown" Mama and the ladies they formed a society They run Freida out of town Said, Mmmmm, Good God have mercy Daddy's on the mainline Mama wants him home Daddy's on the mainline The kids all need him home Good God have mercy