Ernest Tubb - Mr. Blues lyrics

When I come home at night I find him sitting there Looking at the paper In my favorite chair He's drinking up my coffee Wearing my house shoes He's the fellow they call Mr. Blues Since you went away He's been living here with me Wish that he'd go home Wherever that may be I don't mean to be unkind But he's got nothing I can use So won't you come on back, sweetheart And run off Mr. Blues Now when I go to bed Into my room he creeps Repeating all the gossip He's picked up on the street All through the night he tells me That things they say you do He knows that I still love you And I hate this kind of news But since you went away He's been living here with me Wish that he'd go home Wherever that may be I don't mean to be unkind But he's got nothing I can use So won't you come on back, sweetheart And run off Mr. Blues