Well well it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go
Oh it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go
Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, and I won't be blue no more
Well well there's blues in my house, from the roof to the ground
and there blues everywhere, ‘cause my good gal has left this town
So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go
Well I'm gonna find my good gal, so I won't be blue no more
Well well it's blues in my room, I don't know right from wrong
because it's blues in my kitchen, my biscuit rollers gone
So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go
Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, and I won't be blue no more
Well well it's blues in my mailbox, ‘cause I can't get no mail
and blues in my breadbox, ‘cause my bread has gone stale
So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go
Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, well well I won't be blue no more
Well, well so it's blues in my meal barrel, and it's blues on my shelf
and it's blues in my bed, ‘cause I'm sleeping by myself
So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go
Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, and I won't be blue no more