Rev. Gary Davis

I'm Throwing Up My Hands


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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


Writer/s: Blind Gary Davis

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