I got those sad old weary blues.
I don't know where to go.
I don't know where to turn.
Nobody cares about you
When you sink so low. What shall I do?
What shall I say?
Shall I take a gun and
Put myself away? I wonder if
One bullet would do?
Hard as my head is,
It would probably take two. But I ain't got
Neither bullet nor gun--
And I'm too blue
To look for one. I wonder if
One bullet would do?
Hard as my head is,
It would probably take two. But I ain't got
Neither bullet nor gun--
And I'm too blue
To look for one.