Bob Wills - Brain Cloudy Blues lyrics

My brain is cloudy, my soul is upside down Yeah, my brain is cloudy, my soul is upside down When I get that low down feeling I know the blues must be some place around Well, you got to treat me right day by day Get out your little prayer book, get on upon your knees and pray 'Cause you're gonna need, you're gonna need my help someday Yeah, you're goin' to be sorry, oh, you treat me this way Well, good evenin', don't that sun look good goin' down Well, good evenin', don't that sun look good goin' down Don't your home look lonesome when your lover ain't around Now I've tried everything, baby, to get along with you And now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna stop cryin', gonna leave you alone If you don't think I'm leavin', you can count the days I'm going to You're gonna need, you're gonna need my help someday Yeah, you're goin' to be sorry, oh, you treat me this way