Lyrics Big Road - David Bromberg

I ain't going down that big road all, the big road
Can't you hear me talking to you?
I ain't going down the big road all by myself
And if I can't carry you girl, I'm 'bout to carry somebody else

I know the sun gonna shine in my back door, in my back door
Can't you hear me talking to you?
I swear the sun gonna shine in my back door some sweet day
Yeah the wind gonna blow and take these blues away

Some people try to tell you that
The weary blues, the weary blu-
Can't you hear me talking to you?
Some people might try to tell you, the weary blues ain't so bad
They must not have been the same kind of weary blues I heard
('Cause this stuff would kill you)

I know the blues ain't nothing but an aching heart, an aching
Can't you hear me talking
The blues ain't nothing to you?
But an aching heart disease
It's just like a slow consumption, children, killing 'em by degrees

I know the blues ain't nothing but a low down weary, a low down, lord
Can't you hear me talking?
The blues ain't nothing but a low down weary chill
Yeah and if you ain't never had no child
I truly hope you never will