Troubles (those Lonesome Kind) Lyrics - Mark Erelli

(Clarence Gibson) 

Well you think you got troubles 

Man listen to me 

I'll tell you a story as it happened you see 

I got four little kids a-waiting at home 

My wife done packed her bags and gone 

She done moved on across the tracks 

And I know that girl ain't a-coming back 

CHORUS 

I got troubles 

Troubles on my mind 

Well I got troubles, hey those lonesome kind 

Every morning bout 8 o'clock 

The kids start crying and they holler Pop, 

Where's my mama? Where's she gone? 

And when's my mama gonna come back home? 

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My little girl is only three 

I picked her up and set her on my knee 

Try to soothe her crying but she cries too hard 

And the crying, oh daddy, well, oh Lord 

(CHORUS) 

I know my baby's too young to talk 

I sit and watch her try to walk 

She's turning around, watching the door 

And a big teardrop done hit the floor 

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Well I told you a story as it happened to me 

Just the way that it happened you see 

You got a good gal don't you do her no wrong 

She'll pack her trunk and then be gone 

Then you'll have troubles 

Troubles on your mind