About four this mornin', blues come in my door
About four this mornin', blues come in my door
Please mister blues, don't come here no more

I keep the blues all night, and the whole day through
I keep the blues all night, and the whole day through
I'm so full of blues, I don't know what to do

Lord, I wonder why my baby just won't act right
Lord, I wonder why my baby just won't behave
She mistreats me just like I am her slave

Well, something has got to be done to get these blues off my mind
Well, something has got to be done to get these blues off my mind
I believe I'll get drunk and stay drunk all the time

Well, I'm gonna leave you, I ain't gonna sing no more
Well, I'm gonna leave you, I ain't gonna sing no more
'Cause I'm full of blues, and I have got to go