papa And got a home everywhere I go Yeah, I got the California blues And I'm sure gonna leave you here, Lord, Lord I got the California blues And I'
bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to be And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues
're feeling so doggone blue I'm not singing the blues I'm telling you the hard luck I've had I'm not singing the blues I'm telling you the hard luck I
followed my fingers too long And she had the likeness of a girl I'd seen in my dreams But lights can do wonders with make up and faded blue jeans And
I got a feelin' called the blues Oh, Lord, since my baby's said goodbye Oh, I don't know what I'll do All I do is sit and cry, oh, Lord That last long
With friends around and even pals that I know are true Still I'm lonely homesick and blue There's no one who can cheer me when I'm alone Longing for my
Good morning, Captain Good morning, Shine Do you need another mule skinner Out on your new mud line? I like to work I'm rolling all the time I can carve
dot blues the polka dot blues I lost my hat and my coat and my straight lace shoes I sold my watch and went back to lose the mean old gambling polka dot blues
Way out in Reno, Nevada Where romance blooms and fades A great Philadelphia lawyer Was in love with a Hollywood maid Come, love and we will wander Down
. blues When it rained down sorrow, it rained all over me When it rained down sorrow, it rained all over me 'Cause my body rattles like a train on that old SP I've got the T.B. blues
from that old smoke stack I got the blues so bad till the whole round world look blue I got the blues so bad till the whole round world looks blue I
' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes Got a low down feelin' truck driver's blues Keep
TRAVELIN' BLUES (Jimmie Rodgers - Shelly Lee Alley) « © '31 Peer International, BMI » I had a dream last night I thought my good gal had
TRUCK DRIVER'S BLUES WRITER TED DAFFAN (Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes
When my blue moon turns to gold again When the rainbow turns the clouds away When my blue moon turns to gold again You'll be back in my arms to stay
son of a gambler who's luck never came A white man singin' the blues Well, we both done a heap of hard-livin And hard to describe in a song But the blues
Everybody's had the blues sometimes and Everybody knows the tune. And everybody knows the way I'm feelin' cause Everybody's had the blues. A lonely,
to use I drink a little beer in a tavern Sing a little bit of these working man blues Yeah drink a little beer in a tavern, Cry a little bit of these working man blues