Country Blues

And gettin' later on in the evening, child, I feel like
Like blowin' my horn
I woke up this morning, find my
My little baby gone
Later on in the evening, man, man
I feel like, like blowin' my horn
Well, I woke up this morning, baby
Find my little baby gone

Well now, some folks say that worry
Worried blues ain't bad
That's the merriest feeling, child, I most
Most ever had
Some folks tell me, man, that this
Worried blues, blues ain't bad
Well, that's the merriest old feeling, honey, now
Ooh well, gal, I most ever had

Well, brook run into the ocean, the ocean run into the sea
If I don't find my baby, somebody gonna
Gonna bury me
Brook run into the ocean, child
The ocean run into the sea
Well, if I don't find my baby now
Ooh well, gal, you gonna have to bury me

Yeah, minutes seem like hours and hours
Seem like days
Seem like my baby will stop her
Her lowdown ways
Minutes seem like hours, child
And hours seem like days
Yeah, seem like my woman, now
Ooh well, gal, she might stop her lowdown ways
Well, that's the best thing, man

Well now, I'm leaving this morning if I had a
Woah, right to blind
I feel mistreated, girl, you know now
I don't mind dyin'
Leavin' this morning
If I had a, right to blind
Yeah, been mistreated, baby, now
Baby, and I don't mind dyin'