Now, the blues grabbed my both legs Sunday mornin' The chair near throwed me down The blues grabbed my bootleg this mornin' A chair near throwed me down Lord, I wouldn't hate it so bad But the news ain't good all over town Now, look-a-here, baby Yeah, where did you stay last night? Look-a-here, babe Where'd you stay last night? Oh, when you come home You know you wadn't smellin' just right I had a blue 'bout that, baby On one Sunday morn' I had blues 'bout that, baby On one Sunday morn' Lord, I hate to hear my baby Way in the night when she groans Look-a-here, mama I ain't 'on fools wit' you no mo' 'Take yo' time, play your blue right' Look-a-here, mama Fool wit' you no mo' Well, ev'rytime I fool wit' you You've got to make me love you mo' and mo' Now, my babe got something Never told what it is My baby, she got something I ain't never told what it is Ev'ry time that polka, shakes an' shimmy Lord knows, I can't be still