No, Mary, don't you weep
Oh Mary, don't you moan
Oh, Mary, don't you weep
Oh, Mary, don't you weep
Oh, Martha, don't you mourn
He'll be home soon
Oh, Mary, yeah
Oh, Martha don't you moan, yeah
He'll be home soon
Oh, Mary, don't you weep
Oh, Martha, don't you moan

Oh Mary
Oh Mary
Oh Mary
I need
Martha, don't you moan
I got a bad, bad feeling, baby, he ain't coming home, no
I guess you know me well
I don't like winter
But I seem to get a motherfuckin kick out of doing you wrong
Yeah, yeah
Mama, don't you mourn
I got a bad, bad feeling your man ain't coming home, yeah
I guess you know me well
I don't like no snow
No winter
No cold
But Marry, yeah
Girl, you know I like your shh, yeah
I got a bad bad feeling that your man ain't coming home, yeah
Oh Martha, girl
You cooked the greatest son that's in the world
Mary, Mary, don't you mourn
I got that bad, bad feeling your man ain't coming home, yeah
Home
Oh Martha, don't you mourn