When the Blues come to Texas, they come 'round through the woods
When the Blues come to Texas, they come 'round through the woods
Then they stopped by my house, done all the harm they could
When I leave this time, paint your windows green
When I leave this time, paint your window green
Said, if I don't never die, woman, I'll be-e-e seldom seen
I'd rather see my coffin rollin' up to my back door
I'd rather see my coffin come rollin' up to my back door
Than to hear my woman say she can't use me no more
Than to hear my woman say she can't use me no more
I'd rather see my brother come in staggerin' drunk
I'd rather see my brother come in staggerin' drunk
Than to see my woman, Lord, packin' up her trunk
Than to see my woman packin' up