I'm going lay my head on that lonesome railroad line, let the ten-nineteen pacify my worried mind. I'm going down to the river, going to bring my rocking chair, and if the blues don't leave me, going to rock away from there.
Now look here, sweet mama, see what you have gone and done. You made me love you now your regular man done come. Trouble in mind, I'm blue, but I won't be blue always. Because the sun going to shine in my back door someday.