If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel
If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel
I'm about to lose my lovin' gal Lucille
I love you woman, but I don't like your lowdown ways
I love you woman, but I don't like your lowdown ways
You got me in trouble and now I'm served in days
Write me a letter send it to me by mail
Write me a letter and send it to me by mail
Just send it to me in care of the Birmingham jail
Well, I ain't gonna marry, no, I ain't gonna settle down
Lord, I ain't gonna marry and I ain't gonna settle down
I'm gonna be a rounder 'til the police shoots me down
You can blow your whistle mama, you can toot your horn
You can blow your whistle mama, you can toot your horn
You're gonna wake up some morning and find your daddy gone