I got the bad feeling blues, keeps me worried all the time
I can't get along, with that high brown gal of mine
Look a‑here mama, you done throwed your papa down
I wouldn't hate it so bad, but the news all over town
Look a‑here mama, what you want me to do
I work all the time, bring my money home to you
Lord Lord, your papa done going to stay
I never thought, you would treat your daddy this a‑way
I got the bad feeling blues, keeps me so lowdown
I'm going to pack my grip, leave this lonesome town