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 cant 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 dont 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 cant Eat I cant 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 Im doing all right well, good morning how are you I couldnt sleep last night I was turning from side to side Oh Lord, I was turning from side to side I wasnt sad, I was just dissatisfied I couldnt 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 Im doing all right, well, good morning how are you
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