I'm Throwing Up My Hands

Rev. Gary Davis


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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