Believe me peppie
I just can't make it come down
I ain't got nothing but the blues
Since my ever loving baby left town
Ain't got no feelings to bruise
I ain't got nothing, nothing, nothing but the blues
I ain't got nothing
I ain't got nothing but the blues
Ain't got no winnings to lose
I ain't got nothing but the blues
Ain't got the change of a nickel
I ain't got nothing but the blues
Ain't got no coffee that's perking
Ain't got a dream that is working
Ain't got no telephone numbers
I can't get happy
Ain't got a dream that is working
Ain't go no fancy to tickle
Ain't got no rest in my slumbers
I ain't got nothing but the blues
When trumpets flare up
Ain't got no feelings to bruise
Ain't got no coffee that's perking
Ain't got no telephone numbers
Since my ever loving baby left town
Ain't got no east, no west, no good, no best
I keep my hair up
Believe me peppie
Ain't got no bounce in my shoes
Ain't go no fancy to tickle
I ain't got nothing but the blues
I keep my hair up
I just can't make it come down
When trumpets flare up
I can't get happy
Ain't got no winnings to lose
Ain't got no rest in my slumbers
Ain't got no man to choose
