Lyrics Lost Wandering Blues - Ma Rainey

Lost Wandering Blues

I’m leaving this moment with my clothes in my hand
Lord, I’m leaving this moment with my clothes in my hand
I won’t stop going ‘til I find my man
I’m standing here wondering will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Lord, I’m standing here wondering will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I’ve got a trunk too big to be bothered with on the road
I went up on the mountains, turned my face to the sky
Lord, I went up on the mountains, turned my face to the sky
I heard a whisper, it said «Mama, please don’t die»
I turned around to give him my right hand
Lord, I turned around to give him my right hand
When I looked in his face, I was talkin' to my man
Lord, let me yonder, people, my love has been refused, Lord
I said, let me yonder, people, my love has been refused
That’s the reason why mama’s got the lost wandering blues