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.