Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man

Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man

I don't care which away you turn, they always is on your hands



Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back home?

Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back home?

I lay down last night with my back door open all night long



Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they shut my door

Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they s hut my door

But the lord forgive me, I won't have them things no more



This morning, setting on the side of my bed

This morning, setting on the side of my bed

(They done come) brought you a letter (for) your plumb good man fell dead



(spoken: Blues, what must I do?)



Hmmmmm, hmmmmm

Hmmmmm, hmmmmm

Hmmmmm, hmmmmm