Letra de Jimmie Rodgers Blues
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 headI 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 doLook 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, yesLord, 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, MartyLord, 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