Pokey, you sure do look like you got the miseries
Man, I ain't got no miseries, but the blues
That's what's the matter with me
Birds are singing in the trees and the sun is shining
You couldn't have the blues
I know I shouldn't have 'em, but I've got every
Known indication of being in that condition
Well, what's the matter?
They locked up your bootlegger?
No, worse than that
I went home this morning, peeked through the window
That sweet thing of mine had done crawled
Out and I got them lovesick blues
I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful girl
That's what's the matter with me
I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful girl
She don't care about me
To make her love me, I tried, Lord
I sighed and I cried, but she just refused
And ever since my baby's gone away, I've got them lovesick blues
I got a feeling called the blues
Oh, Lord, since my baby said goodbye
Seems I don't know what to do
All I do is sit and cry
Oh, Lord, since that last long day we
Spent alone, I'm yearning for her again
She thrilled me, filled me with the kind of loving I
Never will forget, the way she called me sweet daddy
Such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it's all over
I lost my heart, it seems
Yes, it seems that I got so used to you somehow
Oh, but now nobody's sugar daddy now, 'cause I'm lonesome
Oh, I've got the lovesick blues
Yeah
