I got the sad and old weary bluesI don't know where to goI don't know where to turnNobody cares about you when you sink so lowWhat shall I do?Oh woah, what shall I say?Shall I take a gun?And just put myself away?I wonder if one bullet would doAs hard as my head isIt would probably take twoBut I ain't gotNeither bullet nor a gunAnd I'm too blueTo look for oneI wonder if one bullet would doAs hard as my head isIt would probably take twoBut I ain't gotNeither bullet nor a gunAnd I'm too blueTo look for one
