Song parody of
That's No Way to Get Along
by Eric Clapton
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I'm goin' home, friends sit down and tell my, my mama
Friends, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
And that no way for me to get along
These low-down women, mama, they treated your, poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
Low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
Low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
And that's no way for him to get along
They treated me like my poor heart
Was made of a rock or stone
Mama, made of a rock or stone
My poor heart was made of a rock or stone
My poor heart was made of a rock or stone
And that's no way for me to get along
I stood on the roadside, I cried alone, all by myself
Cried alone by myself
Stood on the roadside cried all by myself
I stood on the roadside cried all by myself
And that's no way for me to get along
I just want some, train to come along and take me friends away from here
Friends, take me away from here
Train to come along and take me away from here
Some train to come along and take me away from here
And that's no way for me to get along
I'm goin' home, friends sit down and tell my, my mama
Friends, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
And that no way for me to get along
These low-down women, mama, they treated your, poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
Low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
Low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
And that's no way for him to get along
They treated me like my poor heart
Was made of a rock or stone
Mama, made of a rock or stone
My poor heart was made of a rock or stone
My poor heart was made of a rock or stone
And that's no way for me to get along
I stood on the roadside, I cried alone, all by myself
Cried alone by myself
Stood on the roadside cried all by myself
I stood on the roadside cried all by myself
And that's no way for me to get along
I just want some, train to come along and take me friends away from here
Friends, take me away from here
Train to come along and take me away from here
Some train to come along and take me away from here
And that's no way for me to get along
