Workingman's

Written by：Brownie McGhee

Leaving jail walking crying ain't coming back to stay

I'm a leave on walking crying ain't coming back to stay

Got me blues so bad that only thing is on your way

I got me blues so bad

That it hurts my feet to walk

I got me blues so bad

That it hurts my feet to walk

I got me blues so bad tell her

It's my time to talk

I got me blues so bad

Can't go out can't rest that night

I got me blues so bad

That I just can't rest that night

Got me blues so bad

Tell her takin' my appetite

I wake in the morning in the blues in side

Of my bed

Wake in the morning in the blues

On the side of my bed

Going to eat my breakfast with blues on and my bread

Everybody

Well the blues ain't nothing but a poet in mad theme bad

Well the blues ain't nothing but a walk in mad theme bad

Well ain't were those feelings that oppose mine and mine

Ohhhhhhhh

I got blues in my wallet

I got blues all in my teeth

Got blues in my wallet I got blues all in my teeth

Everywhere I go said the blues keeps following me

Pardon me