Songtext von Moaning The Blues

Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man Oh, the blues got ways sometimes just like a natural man I don't care which away you turn, they always is on your hands Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back home? Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back home? I lay down last night with my back door open all night long Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they shut my door Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they s hut my door But the lord forgive me, I won't have them things no more This morning, setting on the side of my bed This morning, setting on the side of my bed (They done come) brought you a letter (for) your plumb good man fell dead (spoken: Blues, what must I do?) Hmmmmm, hmmmmm Hmmmmm, hmmmmm Hmmmmm, hmmmmm