Me and the blues,
We spend a lot of time together;
Me and the blues,
we're travellin' on that "gettin' nowhere" road.
Nobody knows
The lonely hours we spend together,
Gets mighty weary
Totin' this troublesome load!
I'll never know why men are so deceitful,
They never treat you like they should!
They love you and deceive you,
Then they up and leave you!
What makes them so no good?
I'm goin' down and tell my troubles to the river;
Can't go on livin',
Who'd go on livin'
If they were in my shoes?
That's one way certain of seperatin' me from the blues!
I'm goin' down and tell my troubles to the river;
Can't go on livin',
Who'd go on livin'
If they were in my shoes?
That's one way certain of seperatin' me from the blues!
