"The Way I Oughta Go" lyrics

"The Way I Oughta Go"

Yet another sleepless night, no dreaming
I woke up again to the absence of your words
To a big old empty bed and the feelin'
I could scream at the top of my voice
And still, I would not be heard

And I know in the mornin' where you'll find me
Starin' at the ceilin' on my own
Well, my mama fell in love in East Virginia
Well, maybe Richmond's the way I ought to to go

Well, I was raised on the trust and wishful thinking
That my mama instilled in me when I was born
Well, sometimes, it got away without my knowin'
But mostly, it just helped me to be bold

And now I'm so scared of what might happen
Well, maybe I'm just too young to know
For at least that's what the people like to tell me
Especially the ones that I thought I loved the most

And I know in the mornin' where you'll find me
Starin' at the ceilin' on my own
Well, my daddy fell in love in North Carolina
Well, maybe Charlotte's the way I ought to go

Now to me, the word "love" has lost all meaning
Oh, it's just an empty sound I thought I'd always known
For my daddy used to sing it to my mama
But then he went and he left her all alone

And I know in the mornin' where you'll find me
Starin' at the ceilin' on my own
Well, dreamin' never met me in Alberta
So I packed my things, Tennessee, I did go
Oh, dreamin' never met me in Alberta
So I packed my things, Tennessee, I did go


Writer(s): Isabel Farley White
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