Текст песни Coal Cart Blues - Louis Armstrong

I've got those Coal Cart Blues
I'm really on confuse
I'm bound to lose my very mind
And worry, worry all the time.

These blues will make you cry
Feel just like you wanna scream
Of course the cart was hot and
It almost kill me,
But just a little go boy was my cup
I've got those Coal Cart Blues
There I really don't know what to do