Lonesome Road Blues Songtext
von Jimmie Skinner

That mailman, he brought me sad news
That mailman, he brought me sad news
Th′ mailman, he brought me sad news, Lord, Lord
And I ain't a-gonna let her treat me this way

I′ve got those old lonesome road blues
I've got those old lonesome road blues
I've got those old lonesome road blues, Lord, Lord
And I ain′t a-gonna let her treat me that way

Too many troubles on my mind
Too many troubles on my mind
My baby, she′s a troublesome kind, Lord, Lord
And I ain't a-gonna let her treat me this way


I′ve got those old lonesome road blues
I've got those old lonesome road blues
I′ve got those old lonesome road blues, Lord, Lord
And I ain't a-gonna let her treat me that way

(Instrument)

I′d dressed my honey in the finest clothes
Dressed my honey in the finest clothes
She leaves me, and I don't know where she goes, Lord, Lord
And I'm tired of being treated this-a way
I′m a-goin′ if I never come back
Goin' if I never come back
My baby′s travelin' under the track, Lord, Lord
And I ain′t a-gonna let her treat me this way

I've got those old lonesome road blues
I′ve got those old lonesome road blues
I've got those old lonesome road blues, Lord, Lord
And I ain't a-gonna let her treat me that way