BUILT RIGHT ON THE GROUND
As recorded by Blind Teddy Darby, 1931, Victor 23311.

I never cried till my babe got on a—on a train,
An' I never cried till my babe got on a train,
An' the tears run down, great God, like drops of rain.

An' just let me tell you what that mean ol' train will—train will do.
Now let me tell you what that mean ol' train will do:
It will take your woman and blow the smoke at you.

It's ah, my baby don't treat me good no—good no mo',
An' it's ah, my baby don't treat me good no mo',
An' I ain't got no babe; I ain't got nowhere to go.

Well the woman that I'm lovin', she don't pay me no—me no min',
And the woman I'm lovin' don't pay me no min',
And she keep me worried an' bothered all the time.

I believe, I believe I'll stop my barrelhouse—barrelhouse way,
An' I believe, I believe I'll stop my barrelhouse way.
For I feel myself sinkin' ev'ry day.

And it's, ah, my baby don't act right no mo',
An' I don't feel welcome, babe, nowhere I go.

If whiskey don't kill me, say, I'm doom to lose my—lose my min'.
If whiskey don't kill me, I'm doom to lose my min'.
I'm worried an' I'm bothered an' drinkin' all the time.

Farewell, farewell, I bid this world good—world goodbye.
Farewell, farewell I bid this world goodbye.
Little babe done quit me an' I givin' up to die.