Blind Boy Fuller — When Your Gal Packs Up And Leaves

I woke up this morning, woke up this morning, blues all 'round my bed Well, mama, blues all 'round my bed Well, mama, blues all 'round my bed Went to eat my breakfast, had the blues all in my bread Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, 'shaw Said, Lord-Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord Don't your room, look lonesome, when your gal pack up and leave? Well, mama, when your gal pack up and leave Well, mama, when your gal pack up and leave Then drink your belly full of moonshine, but your heart sure ain't never free Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, (Yes!) Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, 'shaw Drink your belly full of moonshine, but your heart sure ain't never free I got up this morning, say this morning, worried all the time Well, I got up this morning, worried all the time I got up this morning, worried all the time Way my woman treat me, sure gonna make me lose my mind Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord Lord-Lord, Lord-Lord, 'shaw Hey, Lord-Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord (Yeah!) Busy lookin' for me, she's up all hours at night Mm-mm, hmm, hmm, hmm Mm-mm, hmm, hmm, hmm Don't care how late I go there, she never cut out all her lights