I know my mother told me When I was only six weeks old My mother told me When I was nearly six weeks old Son, you get to be six weeks old I'm gonna sit, close that door Well, I looked at my mama and I said And I begin to smile Looked at my mama And I begun to smile Well, if good times kill me Well, mama let the poor boy die Sometimes I weep Then I get 'em on like a morning dove Oh, sometimes I weep Then get 'em on like a morning dove Well, you'll know nothing about living When you ain't with the one you love Here we go ♪ I'm gonna leave 'em walking Got pimp crip on my door Oh, leave 'em walking I'm gonna pimp crip on my door Well, I won't be dead but you know I Won't be coming 'round here no more Oh, when I die I want you to bury my body low When I die Want you to bury my body low So my whole evil spirit Won't come hanging 'round your door