My mamma told me She said: Son, don’t run around Find yourself a good woman Be a smart boy, settle down! But I thought I knew you better I’ve got to find my life somehow But back then I did not understand It’s sure that I do now Ain’t got no family, ain’t got no home Ain’t got … anything, ain’t got nothing to call my own All these years I remember alone Talking to my face I’ve been to hell and back again a day to see your pretty face Refrain: Well, it’s a hot time When you wear your walkin’ shoes Ain’t no time to rest, aha When you’ve got the walkin’ blues So I wish that I could wake up And start my life again This nightmare just don’t seem to wanna end Don’t seem to wanna end I’ve got my share of trouble I got hardly come through pain I’ve got best of mother’s son And I slept down in the rain I tried to find my freedom To not to be the same And it seems I gonna be walkin’ ‘till I fall into my grave… Refrain: Well, it’s a hot time When you wear your walkin’ shoes Ain’t no time to rest, aha When you’ve got the walkin’ blues So I wish that I could wake up And start my life again This nightmare just don’t seem to wanna end Don’t seem to wanna end