Moaning The Blues

Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man

Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man

I don't care which away you turn, they always is on your

hands

Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back

home?

Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back

home?

I lay down last night with my back door open all night

long

Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they

shut my door

Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they

shut my door

But the lord forgive me, I won't have them things no more

This morning, setting on the side of my bed

This morning, setting on the side of my bed

(They done come) brought you a letter (for) your plumb

good man fell dead

Hmmmmm, hmmmmm

Hmmmmm, hmmmmm

Hmmmmm, hmmmmm