I got the blues, I’ve got to pack my trunk and go I got the blues, I’ve got to pack my trunk and go I've got a feeling you don't love me honey, ain't that a crying shame? Hey baby I want you to hold me tight you know I can't even gun and butter, but I feel myself sinking down Honey, what is wrong with you? You know that I can't do nothing right I just want you to act like I’ve got to go baby What have you done to me? Came talking your stuff Want you to get a second time the rail's in the hole baby Honey, honey, honey, please come on home I want to watch pretty baby till we are done