Rev. Gary Davis
I’m Throwin’ up My Hands (Ain’t Gonna Work Here No More)
There is one thing, sure do worry me
My good gal packed her suitcase, walked off and left poor me
Lord, Lord, see what a fix she left me in
I ain't got no home, and ain't got no friends
I'm going away to wear You off my mind
Said I won't be here wringing my hands and crying