I Ain't Got Nothin' But The Blues

Ain't got the change of a nickel

Ain't got no bounce in my shoes

Ain't got no fancy to tickle

I ain't got nothing but the blues

Ain't got no coffee that's perkin' (I hear him calling thru the pines)

Ain't got no winnings to lose (Boy let me take your hand in mine)

Ain't got a dream that is workin' (And give him to prove)

I ain't got nothing but the blues (The kind that I can give to you)

I sit in my chair

Filled with despair

There's no one could be so sad (I hear him singin' it to you)

With gloom everywhere (Ooo-do-do)

I sit and I stare

I know that I'll soon go mad

Ain't got no rest in my slumber (A little cabin in the trees)

Ain't got no feelings to bruise (A man is king, a boy is tease)

Ain't got no telephone numbers (He asked me once to be his queen)

I ain't got nothing, but rocks in my bed!

Rocks in my bed!

Rocks in my bed!

Rocks in my bed!

Rooooocks in my bed!

I got rocks, I got rocks

I got rocks, I got rocks

Under loved, over fed

My man's gone, so instead

I got rocks in my bed!

Ain't got the change of a nickel (Never treats me sweet and gentle)

Ain't got no bounce in my shoes (The way he should)

Ain't got no fancy to tickle (I got it bad)

I ain't got nothin' but the blues (And that ain't good)

Cigarette holder, which wigs me (My poor heart is sentimental)

Over his shoulder, he digs me (It's not made of wood)

Out cattin', that satin doll (I've got it bad and that ain't good)

Baby shall we go out skippin' (Ain't got no coffee that's perkin')

Careful amigo, you're flippin' (Ain't got no winnings to lose)

Speaks latin that satin doll (Ain't got a dream that is workin')

I ain't got nothin' but the blues

And when the weekend's over

And monday rolls around

You know that I end up like I start out

I end up cryin' my poor heart out

Lord, lord above me, make him love me