Jimmie Rodgers Blues - Merle Haggard

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