Weary Blues

I got the weary blues, I got no heart to cry
I got the weary blues, I got no heart to cry
If the blues don't kill me, Lord, I'll never die

Had a dream last night when I rolled back in my bed
Had a dream last night when I rolled back in my bed
(What'd you dream boy?)
Thought I dreamed last night that the woman I loved was dead

I went to the graveyard and looked down in her face
I went to the graveyard and looked down in her face
I said, "The Lord knows I love ya but I sure can't take your place"

I got the blues so bad that I can't sleep nor eat
I got the blues so bad that I can't sleep nor eat
Just walk around like a policeman on his beat

Now, when I'm gone don't ya hang crepe on my door
Lord, when I'm gone don't ya hang crepe on my door
Cause I won't be dead I just won't be here no more
(Now don't go cryin' either)

Now, some people tell you that the weary blues ain't bad
Some people tell you that the weary blues ain't bad
Well, it must not have been a worried blues they had

I got the weary blues, I got no heart to cry
I got the weary blues, I got no heart to cry
If the blues don't kill me, Lord, I'll never die