Waters Ethel
Miscellaneous
Dying With the Blues
I've lost my happy home;
My baby's told me to pack my trunk and go;
My heart is fairly breaking
To have to go
Oh, hon, isn't it a sin
To drive your poor baby
Out in the sleet and wind?
But he pointed to the door
And just said, "Go."
I'm almost gone insane
When I hear you, daddy
You ride moaning like a train;
For there's no other
Daddy, won't you change
Oh, hon, I got those blues runnin' through my soul
Take me back, sweet daddy
I am going home, daddy;
Why, there's no other
Who can ease my pain
Oh, hon, I got those blues just runnin' through my soul;
Just take me back, oh, sweet daddy
Why, I am going home, baby;
For there's no other
Who can ease my pain