Worried blues, give me your right hand
Blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
I had religion, Lord, this very day
Gonna get me religion
But the womens and the whiskey
You ain't never had them
Gonna get me religion
I had religion, Lord, this day, very day
Can't seem to turn him around
Preach the blues now
Gonna join the Baptist church
Blues is an achin' old heart disease
Killin' me by degrees
And preach the blues
Blues is low down shaking chill
Preach the blues now
I don't believe you will
So preach the blues
So I don't have to work
Gonna join the Baptist church
Travel on ol' Jeffrey Lee, ya know
They would not let me pray
Blues is low down shaking chill
Gonna be a Baptist preacher
Blues is an achin' old heart disease
It's like consumption, baby
Ah, blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
So preach the blues
