Mark Erelli - Troubles (those Lonesome Kind) lyrics

Well you think you got troubles Man listen to me I'll tell you a story as it happened you see I got four little kids a-waiting at home My wife done packed her bags and gone She done moved on across the tracks And I know that girl ain't a-coming back CHORUS I got troubles Troubles on my mind Well I got troubles, hey those lonesome kind Every morning The kids start crying and they holler Where's my mama? Where's she gone? And when's my mama gonna come back home? (CHORUS) My little girl is only three I picked her up and set her on my knee Try to soothe her crying but she cries too hard And the crying, oh daddy, well, oh Lord (CHORUS) I know my baby's too young to talk I sit and watch her try to walk She's turning around, watching the door And a big teardrop done hit the floor (CHORUS) Well I told you a story as it happened to me Just the way that it happened you see You got a good gal don't you do her no wrong She'll pack her trunk and then be gone Then you'll have troubles Troubles on your mind Yeah, you'll have troubles, hey those lonesome kind