I've lost my happy home;

My baby's told me to pack my trunk and go;

My heart is fairly breaking,

To have to go.



Oh, hon, isn't it a sin,

To drive your poor baby

Out in the sleet and wind?

But he pointed to the door,

And just said, "Go."



I'm almost gone insane,

When I hear you, daddy,

You ride moaning like a train;

For there's no other,

Daddy, won't you change.



Oh, hon, I got those blues runnin' through my soul.

Take me back, sweet daddy,

I am going home, daddy;

Why, there's no other

Who can ease my pain.



Oh, hon, I got those blues just runnin' through my soul;

Just take me back, oh, sweet daddy,

Why, I am going home, baby;

For there's no other

Who can ease my pain