I got the sad and old weary blues
I don't know where to go
I don't know where to turn
Nobody cares about you when you sink so low
What 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 do
As hard as my head is
It would probably take two
But I ain't got
Neither bullet nor a gun
And I'm too blue
To look for one
I wonder if one bullet would do
As hard as my head is
It would probably take two
But I ain't got
Neither bullet nor a gun
And I'm too blue
To look for one
