The First Time I Met You

The first time I met the blues, mama
they came walking through the wood
The first time I met the blues, mama
they came walking through the wood
They stopped at my house first, mama
and done me all the harm they could

Now my blues got at me
lord, and run me from tree to tree
Now my blues got at me
and run me from tree to tree
You should have heard me begging
Mr. Blues, don't murder me

Good morning, blues
what are you doing here so soon?
Good morning, blues
what are you doing here so soon?
You be's with me every morning
lord, and every night and noon

The blues came down the valley
mama, and stopped right at my door
The blues came down the valley
and stopped right at my door
They give me more hard luck and trouble
than I ever had before
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