I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk I aint see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk Im going back to Memphis babe, where Ill have much better luck
Lookout Mama you know you asked me to be your King She said you kiddin man, if you want it, keep it hid But please don't let my husband, my main man catch you here Please don't let my main man, my husband catch you here
The blues are mushed up into three different ways One said go the other two said stay I woke up this mornin with the blues three different ways You know one say go "baby I want to hang up", the other two said stay
Wake up mama I got something to tell you You know Im a man who love to sing the blues Now you got to wake up baby, mama now, I got something; I got something to tell you Well you know Im the man, oh yes and I love to sing the blues
Come on baby, Come on
I went upstairs to pack my leavin trunk, you know I aint see no blues or whiskey made me sloppy drunk I aint never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I go home baby and I lay down on the lawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
