Teksty: Louis Armstrong. Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

(Sometimes)
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

A long way is from home
A long way is from home
Do believe us, A long ways from home
A long ways from home

Yes, sometimes I feel like a motherless child
(Why?)
Why? 'Cause nothin' ever happens
(Nothin'?)

Well nothin' good
(So what's good?)
You know to have a ball, man
(You sick?)
No

(Hungry?)
No man
I just had myself a whole mess of black eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)

(See what I mean?)
I did I am a long ways from home
But things could be worse, sure could