On a Sunday morning, just about half past four On a Sunday morning, just about half past four My babe took my hand, said daddy I can't use you no more Lord I may get better, babe I can't get well Lord I may get better, babe I can't get well I'm going back to my used-to-be, and baby it's country farewell Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long It takes a man like me, to carry this worried song Baby I've been worried so long, that worrying don't bother me Baby I've been worried so long, that worrying don't bother me But ain't nobody here babe, to take pity on poor me I've got a good girl, and I've got a lazy friend I've got a good girl, and I've got a lazy friend And if I tell about her, he always tell me where she been I always will have trouble, until I'm dead and gone I always will have trouble, until I'm dead and gone If you will love me mama, you'd never treat me wrong