Pitt Kinsolving passed away this past weekend, but thanks to Lisa Null's correspondence with him, I managed to acquire the words I have been looking for so long before he departed this mortal coil, and also the background of the song from the accompanying letter:

[Pitt] was so glad to hear from you! We'll give him time to think of what he wants to say back to you, but he did want you to know the story of the song you asked about: In the late 1950's, a woman folksinger (she managed a playhouse- Houston House?) said she was the first to hear a song written directly from the writer, a prostitute that she knew. Pitt was the third person to hear it and he doesn't know if it ever got out to others. He doesn't know the name of the writer, but he would like to see the song get shared and he hopes that the writer will get full credit, and any possible royalties, if she is still alive, unlike Libba Cotton with Freight Train. Pitt sang it to me without printed lyrics and he broke up at times because he was identifying with the pain and power of the song, as well as being reminded of sharing it with you and others back in his time in the Northeast.

Here are the lyrics, and he hopes to be able to send you the music, a little later


Take Away the Pain
>
> Chorus:
> Take away the pain, oh Lord,
> Take away the pain
> I wish I was a baby again
> Take away the pain
>
> I called for my mother, Lord,
> My mother never came
> If I am a failure, Lord
> My mother is to blame
>
> I called for my father, Lord,
> Policeman came instead
> Policeman said stop crying girl,
> I shot your pappy dead
>
> I' going to buy a bottle, Lord,
> Gonna hold it to my eye
> Gonna send it to that man I loved
> Just to show him how a slut can cry
>
> I wish I was a baby again,
> I wish I was a child
> I wouldn't have no man hanging 'round
> Driving this poor girl wild
>


--submitted by Charlie Baum, answering his long-ago question after almost 19 years