Blues About My Baby

Baby, stop your foolin' and stop doin' me wrong
Stop your fast way of livin', bring your clothes back home

'Cause I've got the blues about my baby
I know my baby got the blues about me
Now, if you ain't gonna treat me no better
Why in the world don't you let me be?

You know I've had trouble so long
Until the trouble don't worry me
You know bein' in the jailhouse
Is just like a-bein' on a jar of bees

'Cause I've got the blues about my baby
And I know my baby got the blues about me
Now, if you ain't gonna treat me no better
Why in the world don't you let me be?

Well, alright, Bill
Hey!

I'm gonna stop the New York Central
I'm gonna stop all buses on line
I'm gonna stop the streetcar, don't move a peg
Until I find that little gal of mine

'Cause I've got the blues about you, baby
And I know my baby got the blues about me
Now, if you ain't gonna treat me no better
Why in the world don't you let me be?

I get a sound from way across the country
When there ain't nobody else around
That must-a be my baby
She must-a be tryin' to put me down

'Cause I've got the blues about my baby
And I know my baby got the blues about me
Now, if you ain't gonna treat me no better
Why in the world don't you let me be?