ever wake up in the morning,
just about to break your day?
Reach over and rub the pillow
where your baby used to lay?
He'll make you feel so bad
That you can tear it down and die
And you'll cry, you'll cry,
like you never cried before,
to your neighbor next door,
then you'll know you've got
you could live right there
Then you cry, Lord, oh Lord,
if you can have mercy on everybody,
please just scream it a little bit on me,
cause I've got the blues, Lord,
I want to tell you I've got the
I've got the blues, so bad,
Cause I've got the blues,
I've got the blues so bad
it hurts my tongue to talk.
I've got the blues so bad,
it hurts my feet to walk.
Everybody in my neighborhood knows
I want to tell you, Miss Brown.
I want to tell you, Sister Jones.
He was really singing seriously,
He wasn't trying to kill it, was he?
No, he wasn't out of bits.
if he hadn't messed with that,
altogether. He would have. Yeah.
He's got records when he was,