Lyrics:

Young bones groan
And the rocks below, say:
'throw your skinny body down, son '
But I am going to meet the one I love
So, please don't stand in my way
Because I'm going to meet the one I love
No, Mamma, let me go!
Young bones groan
And the rocks below, say:
'Throw you white bidy down'
But I am going to meet the one I love
At last! At last ! At last !
I am going to meet the one I love
La-de-da, la-de-da
No, Mamma, let me go !
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A Protest Singerr
Oh I can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, Mamma. let me go