Young bones groan
And the rocks below say
Throw your skinny body down son
But I`m going to meet the one I love
So please, don`t stand in my way
Because I`m going to meet the one I love
No Mamma let me go!
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say:
Throw your white body down
But I`m going to meet the one I love
At last At last At last
I`m going to meet the one I love
La-de-da la-de-da
No, Mamma, let me go
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A Protest Singer
Oh I can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, Mamma, let me go