I believe that if I had my
                                    sweet woman's heart in my hand
                                                                     in my hand
I believe that if I had my
                                    sweet woman's heart in my hand
                                                                     in my hand
I believe I could teach her
                                    how to treat a real good man

I drink so much whisky, mama
                                                I can't hardly talk
                                                          hardly talk
                                                                            sweet mama, hardly talk
I drink so much whisky
                                                I can't hardly talk
                                                          hardly talk
Well, it's done addled on my brain
                                                    people, I can't hardly walk

How my poor heart weeped and weary
                                                            baby, when you drove me away
                                                                                     drove me away
                                                                                                             sweet mama you drove me away

How my poor heart weeped and weary
                                                            baby, when you drove me away
It was crying for poor boy McTell
                                                    some old rainy day

Going up on the Lookout Mountain
                                                        and dived in Niagra Falls
                                                                           Niagra Falls
                                                                                                sweet mama, Niagra Falls
Going up on the Lookout Mountain
                                                    and I dived in Niagra Falls
                                                                         Niagra Falls
Seem like to me I can hear my
                                                Atlanta mama call
                                                        I hear her call
Don't fret and worry
                                and don't grieve after me
                                                    sweet mama
                                                    after me
Don't grieve and worry
                                      and don't fret after me
                                                           after me
Don't you scream and cry
                                        'Cause I'm going back to Tennessee

                                                    (Oh boy, play the Drive Away Blues for me)
                                                    (That's all I know)

Can't read and write
                                can't even spell my name
                                                spell my name
                                                                    I know, spell my name
Can't read and write
                                can't even spell my name
You drove me away
                                and drove my heart insane

                                                    (But I won't be back no more, mama)