Merle Haggard — Jimmie Rodgers Blues

The way I've been treated, sometimes I wish I were dead Lord, the way I've been treated, sometimes I wish I were dead I ain't got no place to lay my weary head I feel so bad, the whole round world looks blue Lord, I feel so bad, the whole round world looks blue I ain't got no money, I don't know what to do Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track See that black smoke rolling, rolling from that old smokestack Play the dobro Lord, there's something 'bout you, mama, sure give me the blues Lord, there's something 'bout you, mama, sure give me the blues Lord, it ain't them dropstick stockings, might be them blue-bubble shoes Alright, Marty Lord, my baby got something she calls the stingaree Lord, my baby got something she calls the stingaree She nearly drive me crazy when she turned it a-loose on me Yo-de-lay oh-lay