Down in South Carolina in the piny woodsnWhere they make sweet turpentine;nThere I first saw the light of daynLandin’ on my mind.nRunnin’ in the sunshine laughin’,nRollin’ in the red dirt cryin’.nnI said, hmmh,nGood God have mercy.nnCanary warehouses, baby, I went to school;nI even lunched from the cans of our store;nHeatin’ them up on a hot-bellied stove;nI used to keep out in the cold.nSittin’ around, you know, just to tell ‘em lies about, ah,nWhat I’d be when I grew old.nnI said, hmmh,nGood God have mercy.nnTrestlin’ the track down, mama, where the BNN nUsed to haul;nFreight train caught daddy one day; nHe took a long, long fall.nI’d only been taught to think on life;nNever thought on death at all.nnI said, hmmh,nGood God have mercy.nnNow every Sunday after churchnThere’d be a meeting on the ground.nSome good soul, she would always sayn“It’s a shame about Frieda Brown!”nMama and the ladies they formed a society;nThey’d run Frieda out of town.nnI said, hmmh,nGood God have mercy.nnDaddy’s on the main line, mama wants him home,nDaddy’s on the main line, the kid’ don’t need him home.nnGood God have mercy.