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I ain't got no one just to call my special friend
You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow
You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow
Where
am I?
I was quite young
Where am I?
I was quite young
But my dear mother loves me
Where am I?
I was quite young
Where am I?
I was quite young
She's a lord of mercy
On my wicked son
Take it in from me,
mama,
please,
don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
Take it in from me,
mama,
please,
don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
Cause it's soon in the morning,
down the road I'm going
But I ain't going down that old London road
But I ain't going down that old London road
But I ain't going down that old London road
But I ain't going down that old London road
I'm by myself
I can carry you, baby, gonna carry somebody else