Classic Poem

Mmmmmm mmmm
Got up this morning
The blues, walking like a man
Got up this morning
The blues walking like a man
Worried blues:
Give me your right hand
And the blues grabbed mama's child
And tore it all upside down
Blues grabbed mama's child
And they tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob,
Just can't turn you 'round

The blu-u-ues
Is a low down shaking chill
(yes) (I'm preaching 'em now)
Mmmm-mmmm
Is a low down shaking chill
You ain't never had 'em, I
Hope you never will

Well the blues
Is a aching old heart disease
(Do it now.
You gonna do it?
Tell me all about it.)
The blues
Is a low down aching heart disease
And like consumption
Killing me by degrees

Now if it starts to raining
Gonna drive,
gonna drive my blues
Now if it's startin' a-raining
I'm gonna drive my blues away
Going to the steel rig
Stay
out
there
all