FAREWAY BLUES

Bessie Smith/Clara Smith


We left our southern homes 
And wandered north to roam
Like birds, went seekin' a brand new field of corn
We don't know why we are here
But we're up here just the same
And we are just the lonesomest 
Girls that's ever born
Some of these days we are going far away
Some of these days we are going far away
Where we have got a lot of friends 
And don't have no roof rent to pay.
Oh, there'll come a day when from us you'll here no news
Oh, there'll come a day when from us you'll here no news
Then you will know that we have died from
Those lonesome far away blues.




(Contributed by Myafa - December 2010)