Lyrics Beale Street Mess Around - The Memphis Jug Band

Woke up early this morning, blues all 'round my bed
Woke up early this morning, blues all 'round my bed
And this blues a killer (?)

I sit right here thinking thousand miles away
I sit right here think a thousand miles away
I'm studying 'bout that brown-skin on my mind

I'm 'on' blow this town. Honey, it won't be long
I'm 'on' blow this town. Honey, it won't be long
And I won't be dead, just won't blow back here no more

And I'm going for the summer. Won't be back at all
And I'm going for the summer. Won't be back till fall
Times don't get no better, think I'll go back here no more

Woke up Sunday morning, child. Honey, it won't be long
And it's Monday morning. Honey, it won't be long
(Sing that thing, boy. Sing it!)

You gone look for me, I'll be a thousand miles away
If you take these blues, lay them on your shelf
If you take these blueses, lay them on your shelf
Yes, blues till morning, sing them to yourself