Trouble's All I See

Well trouble trouble
I've had it all my days
Mhmmmmmm
I've had trouble all my days
Well it seem to me like trouble
Gonna follow me to my grave

Well the mailman passed by
Boy, didn't leave me any news
Well the mailman passed by
Didn't leave me no news
Well that's why I'm standing here
With these ole buck old blues

Well I dream last night
Woman that I love was dead
Well
Woman I love was dead
Well I didn't have nobody
Set ahold my achin' head

(What you say, sugar?
Let me hear you talk now)

Well I went to the graveyard
Fell down on my knee
Mhmmmmmm
Fell down on my knee
I beg the gravedigger
Gimme back my little Lucy, please

Mhmm, gravedigger smile
Boy he looked me in my eye
Mhmmmmmm
And he looked me in my eye
He said I'm sorry for you, BJ
But your sweet woman said her last goodbye

Mmm I throw my arm
And I slowly walked away
Throw my arm, boy
Slowly walked away
I said that's alright, Mr. Gravedigger
Somebody gonna cut a six foot hole for you someday