Moaning The Blues lyrics

Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man
Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man
I don`t care which away you turn, they always is on your hands

Won`t you tell me, baby, how come you don`t come back home?
Won`t you tell me, baby, how come you don`t come back home?
I lay down last night with my back door open all night long

Here come the blues this morning, just `fore day they shut my door
Here come the blues this morning, just `fore day they s hut my door
But the lord forgive me, I won`t have them things no more

This morning, setting on the side of my bed
This morning, setting on the side of my bed
(They done come) brought you a letter (for) your plumb good man fell dead

(spoken: Blues, what must I do?)

Hmmmmm, hmmmmm
Hmmmmm, hmmmmm
Hmmmmm, hmmmmm