I got twenty silk cotton, no light

A river full of fish that won′t bite

I'm happily married but somethin′ ain't right

That's why they call it the blues

Blunt boy fool and washboard Sam

Neither of them as blue as I am

Memphis Mid and Memphis Slim

I′d trade places with her or him, with her or him

The blues came in, slept with my wife

Cut her to pieces, planted the knife

Found me guilty, sentenced to hang

If you didn′t want the blues

Well, you shouldn't have sang, sang, sang

Ooh oh, well you shouldn′t have sang

I won the golden ticket but with no back

Paid me in pennies, my heart just sank

Had to leave the house in the chief-turned-tap

That's why they call it the blues

Sunny Boy Williamsons one and two

Kept their takings in the sole o′ their shoe

Notes in the front, coins in the heel

I ain't got neither on the real blues deal

I′m the real blues deal

The blues came in, slept with my wife

Cut her to pieces, planted the knife

Found me guilty, sentenced to hang

If you didn't want the blues

Well, you shouldn't have sang, sang, sang

Ooh oh, well you shouldn′t have sang

Pint of Smith, J. B. Lenoir

Shot in the stomach, killed in a car

With the blues in the room, it gets kinda dark

Just stick out your hand and pick up your harp

The blues came in, it will knock at your door

In the still of the night, with a circular saw

A circular saw, a noose for your neck

If you see the blues comin′, you're hittin′ the deck

The blues came in, slept with my wife

Cut her to pieces, planted the knife

Found me guilty, sentenced to hang

If you didn't want the blues

Well, you shouldn′t have sang, sang, sang

Ooh oh, well you shouldn't have sang