Blues Trip Me This Morning Songtext
von Tommy McClennan

Now, the blues grabbed my both legs Sunday mornin′
The chair near throwed me down
The blues grabbed my bootleg this mornin'
A chair near throwed me down
Lord, I wouldn′t hate it so bad
But the news ain't good all over town

Now, look-a-here, baby
Yeah, where did you stay last night?
Look-a-here, babe
Where'd you stay last night?
Oh, when you come home
You know you wadn′t smellin′ just right


I had a blue 'bout that, baby
On one Sunday morn′
I had blues 'bout that, baby
On one Sunday morn′
Lord, I hate to hear my baby
Way in the night when she groans

Look-a-here, mama
I ain't ′on fools wit' you no mo'
′Take yo′ time, play your blue right'
Look-a-here, mama
Fool wit′ you no mo'
Well, ev′rytime I fool wit' you
You′ve got to make me love you mo' and mo'

Now, my babe got something
Never told what it is
My baby, she got something
I ain′t never told what it is
Ev′ry time that polka, shakes an' shimmy
Lord knows, I can′t be still