Got the Blues Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

Well, the blues come to Texas, lopin′ like a mule
Well, the blues come to Texas, lopin' like a mule
You take a high-brown woman, man, she′s hard to fool

You can't have a tan when a woman's got on her mind
Man, you can′t tell when a woman′s got on her mind
You might think she crazy 'bout you, she leavin′ you all the time

I got up this mornin' with the blues all ′round my bed
Hey, hey, blues all 'round my bed
I fixed to eat my breakfast and the blues all in my bread


You can always tell when a woman′s gonna put you down
You can always tell when a woman's gonna put you down
Somehow her sweet-nut man is always fiddlin' ′round

Well, I love my good gal better than a farmer likes his Jersey cow
I say I love my good gal better than a farmer likes his Jersey cow
Been tryin′ to quit the woman two years, but man, I don't know how

I′m goin' to the river, walk down by the sea
I mean I′m goin' to the river, goin′ walk down by the sea
I caught them catfish men all arguin' over me

I done told you, mama, ain't gonna tell you no more
I done told you, mama, I ain′t gonna tell you no more
The next time I talk with you, I′ll hang crepe on your door