A tree grows in my back yard

It only grows at night

Its branches they're all twisted

Its leaves are afraid of light



They say the blues is just a bad dream

They say it lives upside your head

But when it's lonely in the morning

You're bound to wish that you was lying dead



There's winds out on the ocean

They're blowing just as they choose

But then winds ain't got no emotion, baby

And they don't know the blues



They say the blues is just a bad dream

They say it lives upside your head

But when it's lonely, lonely in the morning

You're bound to wish that you was lying dead



My mind is rambling and rambling

Just like some rolling stone, no

Since that nightmare's come to stay with me, baby

My thoughts just don't belong



They say the blues is just a bad dream

They say it lives upside your head

But when they visit you around midnight

You're bound to wish that you were lying dead