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I worry all day, I worry all night
Every time my man comes home, he wants to fuss and fight
When I pick up the paper it's never good news
I can't be satisfied because yonder comes the blues
Well, I go down to the river each and every day
Just trying to keep myself from crying, grieving myself
Away
Well, I walked, and I walked till I wore out my shoes
Well, I couldn't walk
no farther, yonder come the blues
Well, some folks never worry, things goes them all right
Poor me, lay down on that sofa, weep and cry all night
Every time I get a letter, it's always bad news
Every time I see the mailman, yonder come the blues
Folks have them different blues
and think their mighty bad
But the blues about a man, the worst I've ever had
Every man I loved I've been refused
And when I want some loving yonder come the blues
Go back blues, don't you come this way
Lord give me something else besides these blues all day
Because I feel disgusted and all confused
And every time I look around yonder come the blues