Well almost every night I write a letter

To my mother in old North Carolina

She'll prob'ly cry tomorrow when the mailman meets her out

The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about



I promise mom I send you news about my baby

She was so proud her son had finally found true love

Oh that's the long way such a long way from the way the things turn out

The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about

[ harmonica ]

Old blue and me who walk these hills just reminiscing

But he can't tell I'm not the same something's missing

Oh one I'm holding oold blue and pain another's holding her no doubt

The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about

The way my baby done me is nothing to write home about