Hey Mama, My Time Ain’t Long

Lyrics

[Verse] Children let me tell you 'bout the songs the bluesmen sings Comes from a woman's moans and the squeaks of guitar strings Some say it's the devil jingling the coins in his pockets I say it sounds more like a pistol when you cock it [Chorus] Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long [Verse] Ah children let me tell you about the songs the angels sing In the alleys of heaven with regret and broken wings Some sing about the holy, pray and bow their heads Some sing smokestack lightnin' and light up Marlborough reds [Chorus] Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long [Verse] Now there's tramps in Paris dressed in Brussels lace And sailors in Baltimore who have fallen from grace And there's some shovels and rope that'll never get clean And there's the faithful singing sister morphine [Chorus] Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long Hey, mama, I believe my time ain't long