Country Blues

I get later on in the evening time, I feel like, like blowing my horn
I woke up this mo'nin, find my, my little baby gone, hmm
Later on in the evening, main man, I feel like, like blowing my horn
Well I, woke up this mo'ning baby, find my little baby gone

A well now, some folks say they worry, worry blues ain't bad
That's a misery feeling child, I most, most ever had
Some folks tell me, man I did worry, the blues ain't bad
Well that's a misery ole feeling, honey now, well gal, I most ever had

Well, brooks run into the ocean, ocean run in, into the sea
If I don't find my baby somebody gonna, gonna bury me, um-hm
Brook run into the ocean, child, ocean run into the sea
Well, if I don't find my baby now, well gal, you gonna have to bury me

Yes, minutes seem like hours an hours seem like days
Seems like my baby would stop her, her lowdown ways, hey
Minutes seem like hours child, an hours seem like days
Yes, seem like my woman now, well gal, she might stop her lowdown ways

Well now I'm, I'm leaving this mo'ning if I had-a, whoa ride the blind
I feel mistreated girl you know now, I don't mind dying
Leaving this mo'nin, tell ya I had-a now ride the blind
Yeah, been mistreated baby now, baby an I don't mind dying