I Got The Blues Again Lyrics

Hate to tell you pretty Mama

But I gots me the Blues again

Yes I hate to inform you pretty Mama

But ol' Moody's got himself the mean ol' Blues again

So don't you be fussing and bustling woman

It's all your fault, you're the one to blame

Yes all your bitching and moaning

Drive any cheerful man up a wall

That's right all your bitching and moaning

About to drive any cheerful man up a wall

Y'know every time you put a good man down

That's when the Blues is bound to pay a call

Damn straight I gots me the Blues again

And yes you're the reason that's for sure

Damn straight I gots me the Blues again

Yes you're the reason that's for sure

Soon as you start with your nit picking and crying

Them Blues surely be knocking at my back door

You spend so much time putting me down

Every day treating me like a damn fool

Spend so much time putting me down

Every day you treat me like some damn fool

And that's why I got's me the Blues again

Lord knows you can be so low down and cruel

Hate to tell you pretty Mama

But I gots me the Blues again

Yes I hate to inform you pretty Mama

But ol' Moody's got himself the mean ol' Blues again

So don't you be fussing and bustling woman

It's all your fault, you're the one to blame