Well, I got up this mornin', jinx all around, jinx all around, 'round my bed And I say I got up this mornin', with the jinx all around my bed Know I thought about you, an' honey, it liked to kill me dead Oh, look-a here now, baby, what you want me, what you want me, me to do? Look-a here honey, I say, what do you want poor me to do? You know that I done all I could, just tryin' to get along with you You know, the blues ain't nothin' but a low-down shakin', low-down shakin', achin' chill I say the blues is a low-down, old, achin' chill Well, if you ain't had 'em, honey, I hope you never will Well, the blues, the blues is a worried heart, is a worried heart, heart disease Oh, the blues is a worried old heart disease Look like the woman you be lovin', man, is so doggone hard to please I'd rather be outdoors, walkin' up, walkin' up and down the road I say, I'd rather be outdoors, I say, just walkin' up and down the road Than to be layin' around here, workin' just for my board and clothes Hey, look-a here, little girl, don't you cry, don't you cry, cry no more I say, look-y here, darlin', honey, don't you try to cry no more Well, when I leave this time (spoken: I'm gonna) hang crepe on your door