That's No Way to Get Along

I'm goin' home, friends sit down and tell my, my mama Friends, sit down and tell my mama I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama And that no way for me to get along These low-down women, mama, they treated your, poor son wrong Mama, treated me wrong Low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong Low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong And that's no way for him to get along They treated me like my poor heart Was made of a rock or stone Mama, made of a rock or stone My poor heart was made of a rock or stone My poor heart was made of a rock or stone And that's no way for me to get along I stood on the roadside, I cried alone, all by myself Cried alone by myself Stood on the roadside cried all by myself I stood on the roadside cried all by myself And that's no way for me to get along I just want some, train to come along and take me friends away from here Friends, take me away from here Train to come along and take me away from here Some train to come along and take me away from here And that's no way for me to get along --- That's No Way to Get Along - Eric Clapton