American Ballads and Folk Songs: page - 0185

Complete Text, Lyrics & Sheet Music

	Everywhere I—hanh! Where I look this mornin'—hanh! Everywhere I—hanh! Where I look this mornin'—hanh! Looks like rain—my Lawd! Looks like rain—hanh! The stanzas that follow can be fitted to the same form: Got a rainbow * tied all around my shoulder. Am' gonna rain, my Lawd, am' gonna rain. I done walk till, walk till my feet's gone to rollin\ Jes' like a wheel, my Lawd, jes' like a wheel. I done hammered, hammered all over this ol' county, My las' time, my Lawd, my las' time. Ev'y mail day, mail day I git a letter, "My Son, come home, my Lawd, son, come home." My baby sister, sister keeps on a-writin', "Buddy, come home, my Lawd, buddy, come home." I cain' read her, read her letter for cryin', My time's so long, my Lawd, my time's so long. * "Rainbow," the arc of a swinging pick, probably going so fast that it becomes red-hot. L85]