Now, the blues grabbed my both legs Sunday mornin′
The chair near throwed me down
The blues grabbed my bootleg this mornin'
A chair near throwed me down
Lord, I wouldn′t hate it so bad
But the news ain't good all over town

Now, look-a-here, baby
Yeah, where did you stay last night?
Look-a-here, babe
Where'd you stay last night?
Oh, when you come home
You know you wadn′t smellin′ just right

I had a blue 'bout that, baby
On one Sunday morn′
I had blues 'bout that, baby
On one Sunday morn′
Lord, I hate to hear my baby
Way in the night when she groans

Look-a-here, mama
I ain't ′on fools wit' you no mo'
′Take yo′ time, play your blue right'
Look-a-here, mama
Fool wit′ you no mo'
Well, ev′rytime I fool wit' you
You′ve got to make me love you mo' and mo'

Now, my babe got something
Never told what it is
My baby, she got something
I ain′t never told what it is
Ev′ry time that polka, shakes an' shimmy
Lord knows, I can′t be still

Writer(s): Tommy Mcclennan<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com