Woke up this morning,
blues all ‘round my bed.
Went to breakfast,
found the blues in my bread.
My woman say, “go find a job,”
But people, I got to tell you,
I don’t do anything but steal and rob.
Went down to the corner store,
took the money and run out the door.
Policeman come by my house,
Say, “Where is that louse?”
My woman say she don’t know,
but when he sees me,
Tell me not to come home anymore.
Went to stay by my friend,
He wasn’t home, but his wife say, “Come on in.”
We got to drinking wine, feeling mighty fine
My friend came home, found me in his bed.
Went for his gun to shoot me dead,
I cut him with my knife,
He bled away his life.
Now I cannot get out of this jail,
Judge won’t set me bail.
Preacher man come by and say,
“Is there anything I can do for you today?”
I say have you got a cure,
Have you got a cure,
For the blues?
Now people you have heard my story told,
It’s the same as man is old.
Go tell your sons not to steal and rob,
Tell them not to take another man’s wife.
And, oh, lord, lord, lord,
Tell them never, never, never,
Never take another man’s life.