Memphis Jug Band - Beale Street Mess Around lyrics

Woke up early this morning, blues all 'round my bed Woke up early this morning, blues all 'round my bed And this blues a k**er (?) I sit right here thinking thousand miles away I sit right here think a thousand miles away I'm studying 'bout that brown-skin on my mind I'm 'on' blow this town. Honey, it won't be long I'm 'on' blow this town. Honey, it won't be long And I won't be dead, just won't blow back here no more And I'm going for the summer. Won't be back at all And I'm going for the summer. Won't be back till fall Times don't get no better, think I'll go back here no more Woke up Sunday morning, child. Honey, it won't be long And it's Monday morning. Honey, it won't be long (Sing that thing, boy. Sing it!) You gone look for me, I'll be a thousand miles away If you take these blues, lay them on your shelf If you take these blueses, lay them on your shelf Yes, blues till morning, sing them to yourself