Norman Blake
Lord Won’t You Help Me
Traveling around the country
Rambling all the time
Just me and this old guitar
For a dollar and a dime and a glass of wine
Oh lord, won't you help me before I lose my mind
Got a little woman way back home
You know lord I crave
Spends every dollar that I make
Gonna drive me to my grave, that lonely home
Oh lord won't you help me before I'm dead and gone
I wish I was down in Nashville town
The sunny south you know
Leaving ol' Chicago
With her ice and stone, chilled to the bone
Oh lord won't you help me ride this greyhound home
Well, I hope I get to heaven
In mansions bright to dwell
With bad luck always following me around
I'll fall right back to hell just to shovel coal
Oh lord won't you help me save my worthless soul
Oh lord won't you help me, help me before I lose my mind