Yes, I'm gonna get me religion. I'm gonna join the Baptist Church. Yes, I'm gonna get me religion. I'm gonna join the Baptist Church. You know I wanna be a Baptist preacher.
Mmmm, Pearline, Pearline. Yeah oh Pearline. Matter with you?. Don't care what I do. . Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm. . Love you Pearline. Love you Pearline.
Mmmmm-mmmmm. I's up this mornin'. Ah, blues walkin' like a man. I's up this mornin'. Ah, blues walkin' like a man. Worried blues. Give me your right hand.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
There's something scary about the look that's in your eyes. There's hidden anger in your face. There had been trouble and it comes as no surprise. You say tonight someone has taken someone else's life.
Up every morning with the sun. I work all day till the evening comes. Blisters and corns all in my hands. Lord, have mercy on a working man. . I guess I'm gonna die just like Im living.
Please come back. I'm begging you. Please come back. I'm still in love with you. . Times got tough. And you have to suffer. Now and then when I'm lonely.
...Find peace and harmony. With the lay of the land. Stand beneath the big sky. And count all the stars. That you can. Take off your clothes. Jump in a clear running stream.
Bells will be ringing, this sad, sad news. Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues. My baby's gone, I have no friends. To wish me greetings once again.
Once I strayed. 'Neath the window of a lovely senorita. And she smiled. While I softly played my penny serenade. . Si, si, si. You can hear it for a penny.
Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven. Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?. You'll find your fortune's fallin' all over the town.
Poor little rich girl, you're a bewitched girl. Better be aware. Laughing at danger, virtual stranger. Better take care. . The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle.
Peg o' my heart, I love you. We'll never part for I love you. Dear little girl, sweet little girl. Sweeter than the Rose of Erin. It's the shamrock we'll be sharing.
Pity, pity, pity Miss Kitty. Have a little mercy on me. Well, pity, pity, pity, Miss Kitty. Wont you set my poor heart free?. You know Johnny B. Goode and Zorro, too.
There are sad things. There are bad things, the blues. When they threaten, start betting you'll lose. . You hide yourself behind a prayer. The blues'll come and they'll find you there.