Mayra, sweet Mayra
Oh, Mayra, sweet Mayra
I′ll get you next time
Oh, Mayra, sweet Mayra
Oh, Mayra, sweet Mayra
Nineteen hundred and twenty-three
When the judge took my Libby there away from me
In nineteen hundred and twenty-three
When the judge took my Libby there away from me
I left my wife and I had to cry
Saying, "Lord, have mercy on this man of mine"
I left my wife and I had to cry
Saying, "Lord, have mercy on this man of mine"
Told my wife before I left the land
If I never no more see her, do the best she can
I told my wife before I left the land
If I never no more see her, do the best she can
Goodbye, Mayra, ooh
Oh, Mayra, ooh
Had you got my nephew like you got me
I'd wake up in the morning, I′d set you free
If I had you got my nephew like you got me
I'd wake up in the morning, I would set you free
Going back to Mayra, sweet Mayra
Oh, Mayra, ooh
Writer(s): Alan Lomax, Huddie Ledbetter, John Lomax Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
