Good God Have Mercy Songtext
von Roy Buchanan

Down in South Carolina in the piny woods
Where they make sweet turpentine;
There I first saw the light of day
Landin′ on my mind.
Runnin' in the sunshine laughin′,
Rollin' in the red dirt cryin'.

I said, hmmh,
Good God have mercy.

Canary warehouses, baby, I went to school;
I even lunched from the cans of our store;
Heatin′ them up on a hot-bellied stove;
I used to keep out in the cold.
Sittin′ around, you know, just to tell 'em lies about, ah,
What I′d be when I grew old.

I said, hmmh,
Good God have mercy.


Trestlin' the track down, mama, where the BNN
Used to haul;
Freight train caught daddy one day;
He took a long, long fall.
I′d only been taught to think on life;
Never thought on death at all.

I said, hmmh,
Good God have mercy.

Now every Sunday after church
There'd be a meeting on the ground.
Some good soul, she would always say
It′s a shame about Frieda Brown!
Mama and the ladies they formed a society;
They'd run Frieda out of town.

I said, hmmh,
Good God have mercy.

Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home,
Daddy′s on the main line, the kid′ don't need him home.

Good God have mercy.