Ive been cryin and my-oh-my-in
Since hes been gone.
But Ive done some thinkin
And its starting to sink in
That life goes on.
So if youre somebody
Whos feeling sorry for yourself
Better sing along
Cause this is gonna be
The last blues song.
Now a little bitty fit
Of self pity
Can really sing.
But it keeps on growin
And you know woe-woe-in
Dont change a thing.
So if youre a person
Whos hooked on hurtin on yourself
Better sing along
Cause this is gonna be
The last blues song.
Woe, woe, woe, woe,
Woe, woe, woe, woe
My oh my
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Im fit to die.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Please dont go..
Papa I think Im getting high
On feeling, low woe woe woe woe woe woe
So all you losers, you full time blues-ers
Get out of bed
Dont you go and give in
Dont you give up on livin
Before youre dead.
Come on now brother,
If youve been motherin yourself
Better sing along
Cause this is gonna be
This is gonna be
The last blues song.