Memphis Blues: ‘worry just will not seem to leave my mind’ – ray lamontagne

I got me a case of the Memphis Blues.
I got me a case of the Memphis Blues,
an’ no mama gonna shine my shoes
so I won’t be walkin’ down Beale no mo’,
‘less I’m a beggin’ man
with me a brown dirt tan.
I got me a case of the Memphis Blues.

an’ da good Lawd done carve me a path.
an’ da good Lawd done carve me a path,
an’ mama, I done done da math,
cause I is dirt broke as all get up,
‘cept my Miss’ippi blues
keep me company like sad news,
an’ da good Lawd done carve me a path.

fo’ I on da road ta Harmonica Streets.
fo’ I on da road ta Harmonica Streets,
an’ no drum beats or big brass bands
gonna cure dis man’s pocket book,
n’even that sweet sax ring
o’ da great BB King,
fo’ I on da road ta Harmonica Streets.

an’ dat road, it don’t lead ta nowhere.
an’ dat road, it don’t lead ta nowhere
odduh dan ’em white cott’n fields
jus’ north o’ da Miss’ippi Delta
where even po’ Laz’rus
reborn to make a fuss,
an’ dat road, it don’t lead ta nowhere.

I got me a case of the Memphis Blues.
I got me a case of the Memphis Blues,
an’ da only place I wants to be
is dead an’ six feet undergroun’.
singin’ a drunk man’s song
an’ harmonic’n all along,
I got me a case of the Memphis Blues.

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