Now there are blues that you get from loneliness And there are blues that you get from pain And there are blues when you are lonely for your one and only The blues you can never explain
And there are blues that you get from sleepless nights Oh, but the meanest blues that be They're the blues that I’ve got on my mind I mean the ones that are themeanest kind The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
There are blues you get from women when you see 'em going swimming and you haven't got a bathing suit yourself And there are blues you get much quicker when you’re drinking lots of liquor and some bodygoes and takes it off the shelf And there are blues you get when everything’s in hock and when your girlfriend doesn’t answer when you knock And there are blues you get from getting in a taxicab and fretting every time you hear the bumper jump a clock
And there are blues you get from trying to keep your uncle Bill from dying and he afterwards forgets you in his will And there are blues you get from kisses when you’re walking with your missus and another baby shouts, "Hi, Bill!" But the blues that make you hop and wanna stop, shake and shiver, yeah,the blues that wanna make you go and end it in the river Are the blues my naughty sweetie gives to me Oh, yeah, they’re the blues my sweetie gives to me