Bear's Cho

All of my friends come to see me last night,
I was laying in my bed and dying.
Annie bonneau from st. angel say the weather down there so fine.

Just then the wind came squalling through the dark,
But who can the weather command?
Just want to have a little peace to die,
And a friend or two i love at hand.

Fever roll up to a hundred and five.
Roll on up, gonna roll back down.
One more day i find myself alive,
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground.

See here how everything led up to this day,
And it's just like any other day that's ever been.
Sun going up and then the sun going down.
Come around, come around.

The people might know, but the people don't care,
That a man can be as poor as me.
Take a look at poor peter, he's lying in pain,
Now let's come run and see, run and see,
Run and see, run, run and see, and see.

I'd rather be in some dark hollow where the sun don't ever shine
Then to be at home alone and knowin' that you're gone
Would cause me to lose my mind.

Well blow your whistle freight train carry me far on down the track
Well i'm going away, i'm leaving today
I'm goin', but i ain't comin' back.

I'd rather be in some dark hollow where the sun don't ever shine
Then to be in some big city, in a small room, with you upon my mind.

Well i'm going away, i'm leaving today
I'm goin' but i ain't comin' back.

Oh, smokestack lightnin', shinin' just like gold
Why can't you hear me cryin'? ooooo
Oh, stop your train, let a hobo ride
Why can't you hear me cryin'? ooooo

Oh, fare you well, i never see you no more
Why can't you hear me cryin'? ooooo

Oh, stop your train, let a poor boy ride, callin' yes i do
Let a poor boy ride, let his foot step on

Oh, who've been you baby, since i've been gone

Up on the blue ridge mountains, there i'll take my stand.
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there i'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh lord, i been all around this world.

Lulu, my lulu come and open the door.
Lulu, my lulu come and open the door.
Before i have to walk in with my old 'forty-four'.
Oh lord, i been all around this world.

Mama and papa, little sister makes three.
Mama and papa, little sister makes three.
They're comin' in the mornin'; that's the last you'll see of me.
Oh lord, i been all around this world.

Hang me, oh, hang me, so i'll be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so i'll be dead and gone.
I wouldn't mind your hangin', boys but you wait in jail so long.
Oh lord, i been all around this world.

Up on the blue ridge mountains, there i'll take my stand.
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there i'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh lord, i been all around this world.