Wayward Girl Blues

(Yee hoo! Hello, Lottie.
Let's go down to the cabaret tonight and have a big time!)
(Oh, I can't do it, buddy. I'm all in)
(Why, what's the matter?)
(I've got the blues)
(Why, tell me about it)

I've got the blues from my mother's knee
And I know she's got the blues for me
(Hey, hey)

I've been thinking all day, thinking of the past
And I'm thinking of my mother last
(Oh, Lord!)

I received a letter, what do you suppose it read?
(What'd it say?)
Says, "Come home, your poor old mother's dead."
(What'd you do?)

Then I grabbed a train, I went home a-flying
She wasn't dead but she was slowly dying

Said, "Run here, daughter, fall down on your knees
Won't you sing, "Nearer My God To Thee"?"

Fell on my knees, I began to moan
"Yes, dear mother, I'll try to sing that song"

The tears rolled down like the black showers of rain
"Goodbye, mother, I won't see you again"

Then I scampered away with fear in my heart
I had no mother here to take my part