When I was young I had a girl so pretty,
When I was young I had a girl so true.
But you left town, headed out for the city.
You said you were never coming back through.
You got a momma and papa, a sister and brother,
But you ain't got no friends of mine.
You know I can't tell a one from the other,
And since you've been gone I've been a'losin' my mind.
And if you find your way back to the river,
won't you wash my black water soul?
'Cause I have found my own way back to shelter,
but you won't find your way back home.
Well I left town about a year ago,
I've been New York, Street Port, and Chicago.
Every now and then I send a postcard home.
Being gone don't change being alone.
If you ever miss the cotton field,
You can find me hanging 'round a moonshine still.
Come back home if your love is real,
'Cause I ain't scared of the way that I feel.
And if you find your way back to the river,
Won't you wash my black water soul?
'Cause I have found my own way back to shelter,
But you won't find your way back home.
And if you find your way back to the river,
Won't you wash my black water soul?
'Cause I have found my own way back to shelter,
But you won't find your way back home.

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