Parchman Farm Blues/ Preachin' Blues (Studio Outtake - 1993)

Judge give me life this mornin'
Down on Parchman farm
Judge give me life this mornin'
Down on Parchman farm
I would it hate it so bad
But I left my wife in mourn

Oh, goodbye wife
All you have done gone
Oh-oh, goodbye wife
All you have done gone
But I hope that some day
You will tell my lonesome song

Oh, listen you men
I don't mean no harm
Oh-oh, listen you men
Sure don't mean no harm
If you wanna do good
You better telephone Parchman farm

We go to work in the mornin'
Just til dawn of day
We go to work in the mornin'
Just til dawn of day
Just til they sayin' it be sundown
When your work is done

I'll redeem with my home
But the men don't want me around
I'll redeem with my home
But the men don't want me around
They say I'll take their women
Take them out of town

I'm still in old Parchman farm
And I sure wanna go back home
I'm here on Parchman farm
Sure wanna go back home
But I hope that someday
I shall overcome

M-hm
I was up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Was up this mornin'
Yeah, blues walkin' like a man
Yellow blues, give me your right hand

And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Yes
You gonna do it?
Do it now

And the blues fell on mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Carry on, poor Bob
Just can't seem to turn you around

And the blues, is an achin' old heart disease
And the blues, was an old achin' old heart disease
Killing me like consumption
Killing me like by degrees

I been studyin' the rain
Oh, oh, drive
Oh, oh, drive my blues away
I been studyin' the rain
Oh, oh, drive
Oh, drive my blues away
Goin' out to the 'stillary
Stay out there all day