Jimmie Rodgers Blues

The way I've been treated, sometimes I wish I were dead
Lord, the way I've been treated, sometimes I wish I were dead
I ain't got no place to lay my weary head

I feel so bad, the whole round world looks blue
Lord, I feel so bad, the whole round world looks blue
I ain't got no money, I don't know what to do

Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track
Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track
See that black smoke rolling, rolling from that old smokestack

Play the dobro

Lord, there's something 'bout you, mama, sure give me the blues
Lord, there's something 'bout you, mama, sure give me the blues
Lord, it ain't them dropstick stockings, might be them blue-bubble shoes

Alright, Marty

Lord, my baby got something she calls the stingaree
Lord, my baby got something she calls the stingaree
She nearly drive me crazy when she turned it a-loose on me

Yo-de-lay oh-lay