Now this is the blues There was a white man had the blues Thought it was nothing to worry about Now you lay down at night You roll from one side of the bed to the other all Night long Ya can't sleep, whats the matter; the blues has gotcha Ya get up you sit on the side of the bed in the mornin' May have a sister a mother a brother n a father around But you don't want no talk out of em Whats the matter; the blues has gotcha When you go in put your feet under the table look down At ya plate got everything you wanna eat But ya shake ya head you get up you say "Lord I can't Eat I can't sleep whats the matter" The blues gotcha Why not talk to ya Tell what you gotta tell it Well, good morning blues, blues how do you do Well, good morning blues, blues how do you do I'm doing all right well, good morning how are you. I couldn't sleep last night, I was turning from side to Side Oh Lord, I was turning from side to side I wasn't sad, I was just dissatisfied. I couldn't sleep last night, you know the blues walking 'Round my bed, Oh Lord, the blues walking 'round my bed I went to eat my breakfast, the blues was in my bread. Well good morning blues, blues how do you do. Well, good morning blues, blues how do you do. I'm doing all right, well, good morning how are youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
