Raise up, baby, get your big leg off mine,
It's so heavy to make a good man change his mind.
I asked you, baby, come on and hold my head,
It's in the world that you'd rather see me dead.
I'm going, I'm going, crying won't make me stay,
I'm going, yes, I'm going, crying won't make me stay.
Some grave high yellow, I like black and brown,
Black won't keep you, and brown won't lay you down.
It's late at midnight, the moon shine bright like a day,
I seen your faror going up the right of way.
I'm going, I'm going, crying won't make me stay,
I'm going, yes, I'm going, crying won't make me stay.