(spoken:
Lightnin': "I'm wonderin' if my folks are gonna be 
there when I make it there,
I'm just wonderin' if they in the same ol' spot"
Friend: "I don't know Lightnin', but as bad as you 
playin' that guitar now,
They got to be there. But you playin' it pretty 
lonesome there though
Some might be in heaven, I can't never tell"
Lightnin': "No, you know I'm just gettin' back I been 
in State Prison"
Friend: "How was it down there?"
Lightnin': "It was hard on me And it was a shame on 
everybody else"
Friend: "Yes, now you can hear, about how they would 
ring them big bells"
Lightnin': "Yeah"
Friend: "And every mornin' about the break of day,
You can hear how, how, howlin' goin' on everyday"
Lightnin': "Well, I got over it so I'm glad But mama's 
what I'm thinkin' about
I wonder if she's in the same old spot?"
Friend: "Yes, I'm quite sure she's there, but I know 
she's got a worried mind
'Cause she's got to be worried over her child)

Mmmmmmmmmm, the blues come down on me
Friend: Lord, have mercy, child
Po' Lightnin' can't hardly keep from cryin'
Friend: Yes, the blues'll make you cry, I know how you 
feel
Whoa, Lord have mercy,
Po' Lightnin' can't hardly keep from cryin'
Well, I'm just wonderin' will I ever make it back,
To that old native home of mine?
Friend: Please, take me with ya when you go, Lightnin'
Lord have mercy