I'm gon' get up in the mornin'.
Goin' down Highway Fifty-One.
Get up in the mornin'.
Goin' down Highway Fifty-One.
Miss Sally Mae, my sweet woman.
And she don't pay me no mind.
Yes, she left this mornin'.
Lord, Lord, Lord.
An she rode the be
Um-um, um-um
Yes, she left me.
An she rode the be

When she was leavin', Lord, Lord, Lord.
She wouldn't even, Lord, shake my hand.
Hmm
Some day I will meet you.
When your trouble, just like mine.
Um

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