Meet me down in the bottom Mama, bring my shoes and clothes Meet me down in the bottom Mama, bring my shoes and clothes I ain't got very many But I got so far to go And the only one thing That keep me so worried in mind Now, the only one thing That keep me so worried in mind I've got to go leave The woman I love behind Now, I don't mind leaving But I got to be gone so long I don't mind leaving But I got to be gone so long They got me 'cussed of murder, mama An' I ain't done nothin' wrong Big sky's folding And it can't be long 'fore day Big sky's a folding And it can't be long 'fore day Oh, goodbye baby I must be on my way When I write you a letter, mama Mama, answer me in a telegram When I write you a letter Mama, answer with a telegram 'Cause I will not be contented, mama Until I get you where I am