Last night I lost the best friend I'll ever have Last night I lost the best friend I'll ever have You know I went in to talk to poor mother about it She said, "Son, that's too black bad" (?) She said, "That's a warning to you You should fall down on you knees and pray" She said "That's a warning, that is a warning to you, son You should fall down on your knees and pray" She said, "you should ask the good lord to forgive you For be living this old reckless way" And I holler (unintelligible) Every morning, I'm talking about the break of day Early morning, I'm talking about the break of day You know that's when I looks over on the pillow Where that little girl, she used to lay I call her, but she couldn't answer me