Lyrics:
There's cryin' in the cityAll the people are sayin'I heard it on the mountainWhere I was livingNo food for the childrenOh, the times are so badWhatever happened to givingOh mama, mend the hole in my coatTake my guitar off the wallI've got to go see what I can doAnd I hope I'll be back by fallSummer was a dry oneThe wind burned acrossAnd the crows carried offWhat was left overFive nights in the valley lights burnedThe people did not stopAs the damage they try to recoverOh mama, mend the hole in my coatTake my guitar off the wallI've got to go see what I can doAnd I hope I'll be back by fallThere's lightning in the mountainAnd the wind blow so sweetI swear sometimes this must be heavenDon't look back, don't think about itJust think about the road beneath your feetRemember the gift that must be givenOh mama, mend the hole in my coatTake my guitar off the wallI've got to go see what I can doAnd I hope I'll be back by fall