Hollering "good morning, I said blues, how do you do?"
Hollering "good morning, blues, how do you do?"
"Doing mighty well this morning; can't get along with you"
How can I do right when you won't do right yourself?
How can I do right when you won't do right yourself?
If my good girl quit me, I don't want nobody else
Now you can look down in your hymn book
Preach out your bible
Fall down on your knees for the good lord to help you
You're gonna need, you're gonna need my help someday
If you can't quit your sinning, please quit your low-down ways
Said I woke up this morning, I—I looked outdoors
I know my goddamn milk cow, pretty mama, lord by the way she low
Said my blues fell this morning, my love come falling down
Said my blues fell this morning, my love come falling down
I'll be your dog, mama, but please don't dog me around
It takes a rocking chair to rock
A rubber ball to roll
It takes a little milk and butter
Just to pacify my soul
& I don't feel welcome no place I go