Talk about blues the mean ol' blues We all have the blues sometimes But the meanest blues I've ever had Is about that gal of mine A marriage license and a wedding ring To that pretty mama don't mean a thing When the stars step in it ain't no use Cause the trifling mamas got a good excuse High powered mama Get yourself in gear For the way you've been stepping out It won't work here I was a good man And you had a good home But you just couldn't leave Other daddies alone I'm going to leave you now And you going to miss your daddy And miss him how I bought you a home and give you a car And half of the time I don't know where you are When I was a brakeman Riding on the rail You had another daddy In the county jail So high powered mama I'm going to leave you now And you going to miss your daddy And miss him how