Ray Wylie Hubbard - Hey Mama, My Time Ain't Long lyrics

Children let me tell you 'bout
The songs the bluesmen sings
Comes from a woman’s moans and
The squeaks of guitar strings
Some say it’s the devil jingling
The coins in his pockets
I say it sounds more like a
Pistol when you cock it

Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long

Ah children let me tell you about
The songs the angels sing
In the alleys of heaven with
Regret and broken wings
Some sing about the holy
Pray and bow their heads
Some sing smokestack lightnin' and
Light up Marlborough reds

Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long

Now there's tramps in Paris
Dressed in Brussels lace
And sailors in Baltimore who
Have fallen from grace
And there’s some shovels and rope
That’ll never get clean
And there's the faithful
Singing sister morphine

Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long
Hey, mama, I believe my time ain’t long