Lawd, I’m tired of livin’ alone.
I has a gran’ ship on de ocean,
Filled wid silver an’ gold;
An’ befo’ my darlin’ should suffer,
Dat ship will be anchored an’ go.
I’ll be carried to de jail tomorrow,
Leavin’ my po’ darlin’ alone,
With the cold prison bars all around me
An’ my head on a pillow of stone.
If I had wings lak an angel,