Countin’ the Blues Songtext
von Ma Rainey

Layin′ in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wall
Layin′ in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wall
Trying to count these blues so I could sing 'em all
Memphis
Ramport
Beale Street
Set ′em, free
Memphis
Ramport
Beale Street
Set ′em, free
Graveyard
'Bama Bound, Lord, Lord, come from
Stingaree
Lord sittin′ on the Southern Gonna ride all night long
Lord sittin' on the Southern gonna ride all night long
Downhearted
Gulf Coas
T - they was all good songs
Lord, ′rested at midnight, Jailhouse made me loose my mind
Lord, 'rested at midnight, Jailhouse made me loose my mind
Bad Luck
′N'
Boll-Weevil, made me think of old
Moonshine
Lord, goin' to sleep now for Mama just got bad news
Lord, goin′ to sleep now for Mama just got bad news
To try to dream away my troubles, countin′ these blues