Testo I'm Throwin' Up My Hand

If I could holler just like a mountain jack I'd go upon the mountain, hollered my baby back There is one thing that sure worries me My good gal packed her suitcase, walked off and left poor me Lord, Lord, you see what a fix she left me in I ani't got no home, I sure ain't got no friends I'm goin' away where you're off my mind And I won't be here wringin' my hands and cry