Parchman Farm Blues/ Preachin' Blues (Up Jumped The Devil) - Jeff Buckley

Judge give me life this mornin'

Down on Parchman farm

Judge give me life this mornin'

Down on Parchman farm

I wouldn’t hate it so bad

But I left my wife in mourn

Oh, goodbye wife

All you have done gone

Oh, goodbye wife

All you have done gone

But I hope that some day

You will tell my lonesome song

Oh, listen you men

I don’t mean no harm

Oh, listen you men

Sure don’t mean no harm

If you wanna do good

You better telephone Parchman farm

We got to work in the mornin'

Just at dawn of day

We got to work in the mornin'

Just at dawn of day

Just till the settin' sun down

When your work is done

I’ll redeem with my home

But the men don’t want me around

I’ll redeem with my home

But the men don’t want me around

They say I’ll take their women

Take them out of town

I’m sitting on Parchman farm

And I sho' wanna go back home

I’m here on Parchman farm

Sho' wanna go back home

But I hope that some day

I shall overcome

I was up this mornin'

Ah, blues walkin' like a man

I was up this mornin'

Yeah, blues walkin' like a man

Worried blues, give me your right hand

And the blues fell mama’s child

Tore me all upside down

Yes

You gonna do it?

it now

And the blues fell mama’s child

Tore me all upside down

Carry on, poor Bob

Just can’t seem to turn you 'round

And the blues, is a achin' old heart disease

And the blues, is a old achin' old heart disease

Killing me like consumption

Killing me like by degrees

I been studyin' the rain

Oh, oh, drive

Oh, oh, drive my blues away

I been studyin' the rain

Oh, oh, drive

Oh, drive my blues away

Goin' out to the 'stil'ry

Stay out there all day