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