| Spoken:
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| Lightnin': «I'm wonderin' if my folks are gonna be There when I make it there,
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| I’m just wonderin' if they in the same ol' spot»
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| Friend: «I don’t know Lightnin', but as bad as you
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| Playin' that guitar now,
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| They got to be there. |
| But you playin' it pretty
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| Lonesome there though
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| Some might be in heaven, I can’t never tell»
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| Lightnin': «No, you know I’m just gettin' back I been
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| In State Prison»
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| Friend: «How was it down there?»
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| Lightnin': «It was hard on me And it was a shame on Everybody else»
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| Friend: «Yes, now you can hear, about how they would
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| Ring them big bells»
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| Lightnin': «Yeah»
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| Friend: «And every mornin' about the break of day,
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| You can hear how, how, howlin' goin' on everyday»
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| Lightnin': «Well, I got over it so I’m glad But mama’s
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| What I’m thinkin' about
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| I wonder if she’s in the same old spot?»
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| Friend: «Yes, I’m quite sure she’s there, but I know
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| She’s got a worried mind
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| 'Cause she’s got to be worried over her child)
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| Mmmm, the blues come down on me Friend: Lord, have mercy, child
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| Po' Lightnin' can’t hardly keep from cryin'
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| Friend: Yes, the blues’ll make you cry, I know how you
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| Feel
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| Whoa, Lord have mercy,
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| Po' Lightnin' can’t hardly keep from cryin'
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| Well, I’m just wonderin' will I ever make it back,
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| To that old native home of mine?
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| Friend: Please, take me with ya when you go, Lightnin'
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| Lord have mercy |