Prisoner's Talking Blues-Robert Pete Williams/Otis Webster

Angola State Penitentiary, Angola, Louisiana - 1959 (?) Robert Pete Williams – voice, guitar Lord, I feel so bad sometime, seems like that I’m weakening every day You know, I’ve begin to get grey since I got here Well, a whole lot of worryin’ causin’ that But I can feel myself weakening I don’t keep well no more, I keeps sickly I takes a lot of medicine, but it looks like it don’t do no good All I have to do is pray, that’s the only thing’ll help me here One foot in the grave, look like, and the other one out Sometimes looks like my best day gotta be my last day Sometimes I feel like I never see my little ol’ kids anymore But if I don’t never see ‘em no more, leave ‘em in the hands of God You know, my sister, she’s like a mother to me She do all in the world that she can She went all the way along with me in this trouble, ‘til the end In a way, I was glad my poor mother had ‘ceased because she suffered with heart trouble And trouble behind me sure woulda went hard with her But if she were livin’, I could call on her sometime But my ol’ father dead, too That’d make me motherless and fatherless It’s six of us sisters, three boys Family done got small now, looks like they’re dyin’ out fast I don’t know, but God been good to us in a way ‘Cause ol’ death have stayed away a long time Lord, my worry sure carryin’ me down Lord, my worry sure is carryin’ me down Sometimes I feel like, baby, committin’ suicide Yeah, sometimes I feel, feel like committin’ suicide I got the nerve if I just had anything to do it with I’m goin’ down slow, somethin’ wrong with me Yes, I’m goin’down slow, somethin’ wrong with me I’ve got to make a change while I’m young If I don’t, I won’t ever get old.