Place that Bible at my feet
I could hardly understand you
Boy,just mind that you mind me

I bet that you´ve callin´ on me boy

Askin´ for answers
You´ve been callin´ at my door
You cried for a week

My son is still in the world
I don´t see your way
I miss the old days
I miss the old days

Son,don´t run
I said I´m tryin´ to find some children in this world
I know the things that you understand

I bet that you´ve callin´ on me boy
Askin´ for answers
You´ve been callin´ at my door
You cried for a week

My son is askin´ the world somewhere
I pray for him every day
I know I won´t see his face

All the way from Florida to New Orleans
I said ´everyone even who helps the least
When a mother loses his child
She would do my silly thing
I know that I can never make it right
But it´s hard to live in failure

My son is lost in the world somewhere
I help him every day