Harry Belafonte Makes A Long Time Man Feel Bad Lyrics

It makes a long time man feel bad
It makes a long time man feel bad
He can’t get no letter
He can’t hear from home
That makes a long time man feel bad

My baby sister keeps a writing’ “come on home”
My baby sister keeps a writin’ “come on home”
And my tears run down ‘cause my time’s so long
It makes a long time man feel bad

Well bad.
Surely my mother must be gone Well surely (surely) my mother must be gone
Well surely my mother must be gone oh Lord
That makes a long time man feel bad

There ain’t no doctor no doctor in all this land
There ain’t no doctor no doctor in all this land
Ain’t no doctor can cure fever of a convict man
That makes a long time man feel bad.