Merle Haggard - Jimmie Rodgers Blues lyrics

The way I've been treated sometimes I wish I were dead Ah, the way I've been treated sometimes I wish I were dead I ain't got no place to lay my weary head I feel so bad the whole round world looks blue Lord, I feel so bad the whole round world looks blue I ain't got no money, I don't know what to do Yes, yes Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track See that black smoke floating, floating from that old smoke stack Play the dobro, yes Lord, there's something 'bout you mama sure give me the blues Lord, there's something 'bout you mama sure give me the blues Lord, it ain't them dropstick stockings, might be them blue-bubbled shoes Alright, Marty Lord, my baby got something she calls the Stingaree Lord, my baby got something she calls the Stingaree She nearly drive me crazy when she turned it a loose on me