Gold and Seaweed - DeWolff

Oh lord, have mercy on my soul

My own mind has got me down so low

She got me beggin' prayin' on my knees

Oh, she got me beggin' please

What a woman, dreaming this way

The truth that I disobey

So won’t you free me from this ball and chain

And tell me my love is not in vain

Love of orange, birds of black

I’ve got a loose one behind my back

Someone help me and make sure

The woman won’t be coming back no more

Let’s have mercy and give me some

This wage just can’t go on

Have mercy, give me what I need

Bring me the gold and seaweed

Yeaaah