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Thread #7000   Message #3894205
Posted By: Jim Dixon
15-Dec-17 - 06:10 PM
Thread Name: Origin: Nobody Knows the Way I Feel This Morning
Subject: Lyr Add: NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY I FEEL THIS MORNING
Another version:


NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY I FEEL THIS MORNING
Tom Delany, Pearl Delaney
As recorded by Dinah Washington on "Back to the Blues" (1963)

Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.
Oh-oh-oh, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.
Well, if I only had my way,
Don't you know, the graveyard would be the place my man would lay.
Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.

I pawned ev'rything that I had this mornin'.
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I pawned ev'rything I could get my hands on this mornin'.
I pawned my ring, gold watch, an' chain.
I would have pawned myself, but don't you know, I felt kinda 'shamed.
Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.

Lord, Lord, I feel I could scream, scream an' cry this mornin'.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel I could scream, scream an' cry this mornin'.
I feel like I could scream, holler, an' cry,
But I'm too stout-hearted; I'd rather die,
'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.

Girls, let me tell you: if your man stays out all night till mornin',
I said: if your man stays out an' don't come home till mornin',
Don't waste your breath by fussin' at him;
Just maul him on the head with your rollin' pin,
'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows, how I feel this mornin'.

Yeah, yeah, I feel like I could scream, scream an' cry this mornin'.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, I feel like I could scream, yes! Scream an' cry this mornin'.
I feel like screamin' an' I could cry,
But I'm too stout-hearted; don't you know, I'd rather die,
'Cause nobody knows the trouble I've seen, an' nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.

I'd rather be a sinker on a fishin' line, mmm, this mornin'.
I know you heard me; I said: I'd rather be a sinker on a fishin' line this mornin'.
I'd rather be a sinker on a fishin' line,
Than to have my mind flustrated [sic] all the time,
'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.

I even hate to hear my daddy's name this mornin'.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, I hate to hear, I hate to hear my daddy's name this mornin'.
I even hate to hear, to hear your name.
I can kill you quicker than an express train,
'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows, mm-mm, the way I feel this mornin'.

Well, well, well, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.
Oh, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.
Lord, nobody knows the way I feel.
I ain't gonna holler, but I'm gonna squeal,
'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.

I'm leavin' here on a southbound train this mornin'.
Oh-oh-oh, I'm leavin' here on a southbound train this mornin'.
I'm leavin' here on a southbound train.
Nothin's gonna bring your sweet baby back here again,
'Cause nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.