Down in South Carolina in the piny woods Where they make sweet turpentine; There I first saw the light of day Landin' on my mind. Runnin' in the sunshine laughin', Rollin' in the red dirt cryin'. I said, hmmh, Good God have mercy. Canary warehouses, baby, I went to school; I even lunched from the cans of our store; Heatin' them up on a hot-bellied stove; I used to keep out in the cold. Sittin' around, you know, just to tell 'em lies about, ah, What I'd be when I grew old. I said, hmmh, Good God have mercy. Trestlin' the track down, 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, hmmh, Good God have mercy. Now every Sunday after church There'd be a meeting on the ground. Some good soul, she would always say It's a shame about Frieda Brown! Mama and the ladies they formed a society; They'd run Frieda out of town. I said, hmmh, Good God have mercy. Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home, Daddy's on the main line, the kid' don't need him home. Good God have mercy.