I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk,
I ain't see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk,
I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk!
I'm going back to Memphis, babe, where I'll have much better luck…
Look out, mama, you know you asked me to be your king,
She said, «You kiddin' man, if you want it, I'll keep it hid,
But please, don't let my husband, my main man catch you here…
Please, don't let my main man, my husband catch you here!»
The blues are mushed up into three different ways,
One said, «Go the other», two said, «Stay!»
I woke up this mornin' with the blues three different ways,
You know one say, «Go baby, I want to hang up!»
The other two said, «Stay»…
Wake up mama, I got something to tell you,
You know I'm a man who loves to sing the blues,
Now you got to wake up baby, mama now,
I got something, I got something to tell you,
Well, you know I'm the man, I'm the man
Oh yes, and I love to sing the blues!
Come on Davis,
Come on, come on!
I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk, you know,
I ain't see no blues or whiskey made me sloppy drunk,
I never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk
I'll go home, baby, and I lay down on the lawn…