Did you
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 give you the blues
I'm gonna tell
you that's the blues
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,
you'll even cry so loud,
you'll give the blues
to your neighbor next door,
then you'll know you've got
the blues.
You've got the blues,
it'll
make you feel so good,
you could live right there
and die.
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,
I could lay right down
and die.
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.
Oh, everybody in my
neighborhood knows.
Everybody in my neighborhood knows
I've got the blues.
I want to tell you, Miss Brown.
I want to tell you, Sister Jones.
Everybody knows I've
got the blues.
That's the blues.
He was really singing seriously,
wasn't
He wasn't trying to kill it, was he?
No, he wasn't out of bits.
And ordinarily,
if he hadn't messed with that,
mean, he have sang in
a different style
altogether. He would have. Yeah.
You've never heard any
of his records
when he wasn't like
No, no.
He's got records when he was,
you know, normal.