Depression Blues Songtext
von Clarence “Gatemouth” Brown

I′m gonna tell all you woman you better find yourself a man
Yes telling all you woman you better find yourself a man
Because depression is coming and you'll need a helping hand

Now all your ponytails, tee-vee mommas too
Yes you run around here braggin′, what your old man can do
You say he makes plenty money, and spends it on you
But if he can step up he'll be on the sublime too


Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues

My poppa stole a chicken, my mama fried it hard
The reason why she did that, he couldn't steal no lard
Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues
Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues

I′m gonna tell, tell all you woman, you better find yourself a man
I′m gonna tell all you woman, you better find yourself a man
Because depression is coming, you'll be needing a helping hand