I'm wonderin' if my folks are gonna be there when I make it there I'm just wonderin' if they in the same old spot 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 No, you know I'm just gettin' back, I been in state prison How was it down there? It was hard on me and it was a shame on everybody else Yes, now you can hear about how they would ring them big bells Yeah And every mornin' about the break of day You can hear how, how howlin' goin' on everyday 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? 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 Mmm, the blues come down on me Lord, have mercy, child Po' lightnin' can't hardly keep from cryin' 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? Please take me with ya when you go, lightnin', Lord, have mercy