Blues Medley

You know I ain't crazy 'bout nothing
But money, women, and blues
You know my starter won't start this morning
You know my motor won't even turn
My starter won't start this morning
My motor won't even turn
I'm running with a fast class of women
Caused my little car to ruin

Hold up your head hold up your head, baby
Darling you've got your chin where
Mine is suppose to be
Hold up your head, baby
Hold up your head, baby
You've got your chin where mine
Is suppose to be
You've got your chin where mine
Is suppose to be
I just wanna lay my head up in your bosom
Lord, that would be such a good rest for me
I ain't gonna cry over you
No more baby oh no come on come on

You know it's one kind of
Favor I'd ask of you
You know it's one kind of favor
I'm gonna ask of you
One kind, one kind of favor
You know it's one kind of favor
I would ask of you
Keep my grave stone clean when I'm gone
Always remember my little darling
When I'm dead, i'm gone
Always remember my little darling
When I'm dead, i'm gone
I don't, I don't, I don't have to worry

I've gotta play

Have mercy on me troubled mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always
I know that sun is gonna shine in
My back door one of these days
I'm gonna lay my head on
Some lonesome railroad line
I'm gonna let one of them big
1800s pacify this worried mind

My string done slipped off the bridge