Lord I'm so blurred so blurred, can't hardly play those blues my self Lord I'm so blurred so blurred, I can't hardly play those blues my self That's how I talk pretty mama, I don't have to beg nobody here Now my suitcase is packed, and my trunk's all ready to go Now my suitcase is packed, and my trunk's all ready to go And my suitcase is too heavy, to tote down that dusty road Now my baby my baby my baby, now she always keep me feeling blue Now my baby my baby my baby, now she always keep me feeling blue I bet she's just doesn't like the weather, can never tell what she is going to do Baby baby baby baby, I mean you really know what's wrong Baby baby baby baby, I mean you really know what's wrong That's mistreat a poor boy, don't you know that's a very long way from home Oh Lord Lord Lordy Lord Oh Lord Lord Lordy Lord My suitcase is too heavy, to tote down that dusty road