Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
The blues, the blues, the yodling blues
They seem to haunt me all the time
Because that I ain't got no one
That will console my mind
It seems to me no happiness will I ever find
No happiness will I find
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
My man went out without a cause
I wonder who put them jinx on me
I said, them jinx on me
I wonder who put them jinx on me
Lowdown jinx on me
My man's gone back to his used-to-be
I'm gonna yodel, yodel my blues away
I said, my blues away
I'm gonna yodel, yodel my blues away
Ee-ooo
I'm gonna yodel till things come back my way
I've got the blues, go spread the news
I've got those doggone yodling blues