Down in South Carolina

in the piny woods

Where they make sweet turpentine

There I first saw the light of day

Landing on my mind

Runnin' in the sunshine laughin'

Rollin' in the red dirt cryin'

I said mmm-mmm

Good god have mercy

Canary Warehouse baby

I went to school

I eat lunch from the cans that I stole

Heating 'em up on a hot-bellied stove

I used to keep out in the cold

Sittin' around you know just a-tellin lies about

What I'd be when I grew old

I said mmm-mmm

Good god have mercy

Trestle Track now mama

where the BNN 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 death at all

I said mmm-mmm

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

I said mmm-mmm

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