Wo Goddam Blues

I've been working these fields too darn long

All my boys are soldiers they've upped and gone

And my good lady Saphire she's passed on

Here I stand with my head gone grey

From a bull that won't pull and a hen that won't lay

And that doggon. Dog on the front porch

I can't teach him no new tricks

And that doggone log of the guitar

He won't play me no new licks

He just goes

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam I thought you were my friend

But everytimes I get the blues

You play that tune again

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam blues, them blues again

I look my guitar to the mangrove swamp

But he wouldn't play that alligator stromp

So I threw him in to let those gators chomp

I turned my head aside to shed a tear

I'm better off at home than weeping here

But that dad blame O lordy lordy

I was shakin' like a leaf

Three gators wrestling for my guitar

Caught the strings up in the teeth

And he went

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam goddam blues again

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam blues always me frown

Cause every time I threw you in you played that same old sound

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam blues again

Wo goddam blues again