Eric Clapton - That's No Way to Get Along lyrics

Well, I'm going home
Friends, sit down and tell my, my mama
Friends, sit down, tell my mama
I'm going home, sit down and tell my mama
I'm going home, sit down and tell my mama
That that's no way for me to get along

'Cause these low down women, mama
They treated your, your poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
Low down women 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 rock or stone
Mama, made of rock or stone
My poor heart was made of rock or stone
My poor heart was made of rock or stone
And that's no way for me to get along

Well I stood on the roadside
And I cried alone all by myself
Cried alone all by myself
Stood on the roadside, cried all by myself
I stood on the roadside cryin' 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 come along and take me away from here
Train come along and take me away from here
And that's no way for me to get along