Lyrics Brain Cloudy Blues (Remastered) - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Oh, now
Lord, Lord, Lord
Yes, yes
Oh, brother Thomas Elmer Duncan
Come in, my man, let's get to singing

My brain is cloudy, my soul is upside down
(Oh, now, yeah)
Yeah, my brain is cloudy, my soul is upside down
(I know, boy, but let's get to the point, what you talking 'bout?)
When I get that low down feeling
I know the blues must be some place around
(I know what you mean, talk on, boy)

Well, you got to treat me right
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Get down upon your knees and pray
'Cause you're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Yeah, you're going to be sorry
You, you treat me this way
(Come in, brother Junior)

(Oh, get it low, brother, get it low)
(Hit bottom, yeah)
(You know what low means, yeah)
(Here's that man again)

Well, good evening
Don't that sun look good goin' down?
(Talk on, talk on)
Well, good evening
Don't that sun look good goin' down?
Don't your home look lonesome
When your lover ain't around?
(Yes, yes)

Now I've tried everything, baby
To get along with you
(Have you tried buying her a new dress?)
And now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do (yeah?)
I'm gonna stop cryin'
Gonna leave you alone
If you don't think I'm leaving
You can count the days I'm gone

'Cause you're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
Yeah, you're going to be sorry
You, you treat me this way
(My brain is so cloudy)