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