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 !

No ...





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

No ...


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