Same old trouble coming round again Good old trouble Always was, always will, always been my friend Lord have mercy on our gentle souls Lord have mercy We cry, we weep, we mope Oh lord, we don't know Was a time we'd read each other's minds How'd my best friends come to be so Come to be so, come to be so be so be so blind Come around now, they don't know my name Come around now They cry, they weep, they mope They know that it's a sin They know its a sin Paying mind to something that don't pay no mind to them But that's the nature of time It don't lose its, it don't lose its It don't lose its lose its lose its mind Gonna settle in some old country town Carry my load Do my work Love my loves And whistle when I'm down Let them say I was a simple, was a simple, was a simple man Let them tell how I cried, and wept And stood, and stood and stoop up again