McCarron-Morgan-Swanstrom
There are blues that you get from loneliness
There are blues that you get from pain
There are blues when you're lonely for your one and only
Blues you can never explain
There are blues that you get from sleepless nights
But the meanest, the meanest blues that be
They're the blues that I've got on my mind
I mean the ones that are the meanest kind
The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
Oh, yeah
There are blues you get from women when you see 'em goin' swimmin' and you haven't got a bathin' suit yourself
There are blues that start much quicker when you're drinking lots of liquor and somebody goes and takes it off the shelf
There are blues you get when everything's in hock, when your girlfriend doesn't answer when you knock,
Blues you get from gettin' in a taxicab and frettin' every time you hear the bumper jump the clock
And there are blues you get from tryin' to keep your uncle Bill from dyin' and he afterwards forgets you in his will
There are blues you get from kisses when you're walkin' with the missus and another baby shouts, "Hi, Bill!"
But the blues that make you hop and really stop and shake and shiver, the blues that make you want to go and end it in the river
They're the blues my naughty sweetie gives to me, oh yeah,
The blues my sweetie gives to me.