Lyrics Jimmie Rodgers Blues - Merle Haggard

Jimmie Rodgers Blues

The way I’ve been treated, sometimes I wish I were dead
Ah, the way I’ve been treated, sometimes I wish I were dead
I ain’t got no place to lay my weary head
I feel so bad, the whole round world looks blue
Lord, I feel so bad, the whole round world looks blue
I ain’t got no money, I don’t know what to do
Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track
Look yonder coming, coming down that railroad track
See that black smoke floating, floating from that old smoke stack
Play the dobro, yes
Lord, there’s something 'bout you mama, sure give me the blues
Lord, there’s something 'bout you mama, sure give me the blues
Lord, it ain’t them dropstick stockings, might be them blue-bubbled shoes
Alright, Marty
Lord, my baby got something, she calls the stingaree
Lord, my baby got something, she calls the stingaree
She nearly drive me crazy when she turned it a loose on me