I Got the Blues

Here we go

I got the blues
I've got to pack my trunk and go
Yes, I've got to go

Hold on
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I have to stop it, I'll tell you why
We gotta move that mic

That's two
How's the two different?

This is two
Go

I got the blues
You know, I'm gonna pack my trunk and go
Yeah
I got to pack my trunk and go
I got a feeling you don't love me
Honey, honey, ain't that a crying shame?

Hey baby, I want you to hold me tight, you know
I can't get drunk but I feel myself sinking down
Oh, yeah
Oh honey, what is wrong with you?

You know that I can't do nothing, honey
I just want you to act, look like
I got to go, baby

What you've done to me?
Ain't talking your stuff
I want you to get a-sick and tired
Oh, do you hear your dear man roll, baby?
Honey, honey, honey, honey, please come on home to me

I want to watch pretty baby, aw
Oh, 'til we are done

You got me pickin' a note
God damn