Mark Erelli - Troubles (Those Lonesome Kind) lyrics

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Well you think you got troubles

Man listen to me

I'll tell you a story as it happened you see

I got four little kids a-waiting at home

My wife done packed her bags and gone

She done moved on across the tracks

And I know that girl ain't a-coming back

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I got troubles

Troubles on my mind

Well I got troubles, hey those lonesome kind

Every morning about 8 o'clock

The kids start crying and they holler Pop,

Where's my mama? Where's she gone?

And when's my mama gonna come back home??

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My little girl is only three

I picked her up and set her on my knee

Try to soothe her crying but she cries too hard

And the crying, oh daddy, well, oh Lord

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I know my baby's too young to talk

I sit and watch her try to walk

She's turning around, watching the door

And a big teardrop done hit the floor

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Well I told you a story as it happened to me

Just the way that it happened you see

You got a good gal don't you do her no wrong

She'll pack her trunk and then be gone

Then you'll have troubles

Troubles on your mind

Yeah, you'll have troubles, hey those lonesome kind