|: I had a dream last night all about my gal. :|
You can tell by that sweet poppa ain't feelin' so well.
|: I'm goin' away momma, just to wear you offa my mind. :|
If I stay here in Chicago, money's gonna be my crime.
|: My house is lonesome, my baby left me all alone. :|
If your heart ain't rock, sugar, it must be marble stone.
|: I got the blues so bad, it hurts my feet to walk. :|
It has settled on my brain, and it hurts my feet to talk.