Now, the blues grabbed my both legs Sunday mornin' 
The chair near throwed me down 
The blues grabbed my bootleg this mornin' 
A chair near throwed me down 
Lord, I wouldn't hate it so bad 
But the news ain't good all over town 
Now, look-a-here, baby 
Yeah, where did you stay last night? 
Look-a-here, babe 
Where'd you stay last night? 
Oh, when you come home 
You know you wadn't smellin' just right 
I had a blue 'bout that, baby 
On one Sunday morn' 
I had blues 'bout that, baby 
On one Sunday morn' 
Lord, I hate to hear my baby 
Way in the night when she groans 
Look-a-here, mama 
I ain't 'on fools wit' you no mo' 
'Take yo' time, play your blue right' 
Look-a-here, mama 
Fool wit' you no mo' 
Well, ev'rytime I fool wit' you 
You've got to make me love you mo' and mo' 
Now, my babe got something 
Never told what it is 
My baby, she got something 
I ain't never told what it is 
Ev'ry time that polka, shakes an' shimmy 
Lord knows, I can't be still