Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Mama, My Time Ain’t Long, artist - Ray Wylie Hubbard. Album song Ruffian's Misfortune, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 06.04.2015
Record label: Bordello
Song language: English
Hey Mama, My Time Ain’t Long |
| Children let me tell you 'bout the songs the bluesmen sings |
| Comes from a woman’s moans and the squeaks of guitar strings |
| Some say it’s the devil jingling the coins in his pockets |
| I say it sounds more like a pistol when you cock it |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |
| Ah children let me tell you about the songs the angels sing |
| In the alleys of heaven with regret and broken wings |
| Some sing about the holy, pray and bow their heads |
| Some sing smokestack lightnin' and light up Marlborough reds |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |
| Now there’s tramps in Paris dressed in Brussels lace |
| And sailors in Baltimore who have fallen from grace |
| And there’s some shovels and rope that’ll never get clean |
| And there’s the faithful singing sister morphine |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |
| Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long |