Blues Trip Me This Morning

Now, the blues grabbed my both legs Sunday mornin'

The chair near throwed me down

The blues grabbed my bootleg this mornin'

A chair near throwed me down

Lord, I wouldn't hate it so bad

But the news ain't good all over town

Now, look-a-here, baby

Yeah, where did you stay last night?

Look-a-here, babe

Where'd you stay last night?

Oh, when you come home

You know you wadn't smellin' just right

I had a blue 'bout that, baby

On one Sunday morn'

I had blues 'bout that, baby

On one Sunday morn'

Lord, I hate to hear my baby

Way in the night when she groans

Look-a-here, mama

I ain't 'on fools wit' you no mo'

'Take yo' time, play your blue right'

Look-a-here, mama

Fool wit' you no mo'

Well, ev'rytime I fool wit' you

You've got to make me love you mo' and mo'

Now, my babe got something

Never told what it is

My baby, she got something

I ain't never told what it is

Ev'ry time that polka, shakes an' shimmy

Lord knows, I can't be still