Got the Blues (1053) Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

Well, the blues come to Texas lopin′ like a mule
Well, the blues come to Texas lopin' like a mule
You take a high brown woman, man, she′s hard to fool

You can't ever tell what a woman's got on her mind
Man, you can′t tell what a woman′s got on her mind
You might think she's crazy about you, she′s leavin' you all the time

I got up this mornin′ with the blues all around my bed
Hey, hey, blues all around my bed
I was fixin' to eat my breakfast and the blues all in my bread


You can always tell when a woman′s gonna put you down
You can always tell when a woman's gonna put you down
Somehow her sweet-talk man is always fiddlin' ′round

Well, I love my good gal better than a farmer likes his jersey cow
I say, I love my good gal better than a farmer likes his jersey cow
Been tryin′ to quit you woman two years, but man I don't know how

I′m goin' to the river, walk down ′bout the sea
I mean I'm goin′ to the river, I'm gonna walk down 'bout the sea
I′ve caught them tadpoles and minnows arguing over me

I done told you mama, ain′t goin' tell you no more
I done told you woman, I ain′t goin' tell you no more
The next time I talk with you, I′ll hang crepe on your door