Prisoner's Talking Blues - Robert Pete Williams

Prisoner's Talking Blues Lyrics

Angola State Penitentiary, Angola, Louisiana - 1959 (?)
Robert Pete Williams – voice, guitar
Lord, I feel so bad sometime, seems like that I’m weakening every day
You know, I’ve begin to get grey since I got here
Well, a whole lot of worryin’ causin’ that
But I can feel myself weakening
I don’t keep well no more, I keeps sickly
I takes a lot of medicine, but it looks like it don’t do no good
All I have to do is pray, that’s the only thing’ll help me here
One foot in the grave, look like, and the other one out
Sometimes looks like my best day gotta be my last day
Sometimes I feel like I never see my little ol’ kids anymore
But if I don’t never see ‘em no more, leave ‘em in the hands of God
You know, my sister, she’s like a mother to me
She do all in the world that she can
She went all the way along with me in this trouble, ‘til the end
In a way, I was glad my poor mother had ‘ceased because she suffered with heart trouble

And trouble behind me sure woulda went hard with her
But if she were livin’, I could call on her sometime
But my ol’ father dead, too
That’d make me motherless and fatherless
It’s six of us sisters, three boys
Family done got small now, looks like they’re dyin’ out fast
I don’t know, but God been good to us in a way
‘Cause ol’ death have stayed away a long time
Lord, my worry sure carryin’ me down
Lord, my worry sure is carryin’ me down
Sometimes I feel like, baby, committin’ suicide
Yeah, sometimes I feel, feel like committin’ suicide
I got the nerve if I just had anything to do it with
I’m goin’ down slow, somethin’ wrong with me
Yes, I’m goin’down slow, somethin’ wrong with me
I’ve got to make a change while I’m young
If I don’t, I won’t ever get old.
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Lyrics submitted by Weso.