Down in South Carolina in the piny woods Where they make sweet turpentine There I first saw the light of day Landin on my mind Runnin' in the sunshine laughin' Rollin' in the red dirt cryin' I said mmm, mmm Good god have mercy Canary Warehouse, baby, I went to school I eat lunch from the cans that I stole Heatin' 'em up on a hot-bellied stove I used to keep out in the cold Sittin' around, you know, just a-tellin lies about What I'd be when I grew old I said mmm, mmm Good god have mercy Trestle Track now, mama, where the BNN used to haul Freight train caught daddy one day He took a long, long fall I'd only been taught to think on life Never thought on death at all I said mmm, mmm Good god have mercy Now every sunday after church, there'd be a meetin' on the ground "Some good soul" she would always say "It's a shame about Freida Brown" Mama and the ladies they formed a society They run Freida out of town I said mmm, mmm Good god have mercy Daddy's on the mainline, Mama wants him home Daddy's on the mainline, the kids all need him home Good god have mercy