I got
the wearied blues,
I got no heart to cry
I got the wearied blues, got no heart to cry
If the blues don't kill me,
Lord, I'll never die
Had a dream last night when
I rolled back in my bed
Had a dream last night when I
rolled back in my bed
What'd dream, boy?
Lord, I dreamed last night that
the woman I loved was dead
I went to the graveyard and
looked down in her face
I went to the graveyard and
looked down in her face
I said the
Lord knows I love you but I sure can't
take your place
I've got the blues so bad that I can't sleep,
nerdy
I've got the blues so bad that I can't sleep,
gnarly
Just walk around like a
policeman on his beat
Now, when I'm gone,
don't you hang crape on my door
Lord, when I'm gone,
don't you hang crape on my door
Cause I won't be dead,
I just won't be here no more
And I don't want no cryin'
either
Now some people tell you that the
worried blues ain't bad
Some people tell you that the
worried blues ain't bad
Well, it must not have been the
more worried blues they had
I got the worried blues, I got no heart to cry
I got the worried blues, I got no heart to cry
If the blues don't kill me,
Lord, I'll never die
you