country blues

I get later on in the evenin time, I feel like, like blowin my horn
I woke up this monin, find my, my little baby gone, hmm
Later on in the evenin, main man, I feel like , like blowin my horn
Well I, woke up this monin baby, find my little baby gone
A well now, some folks say they worry, worry blues aint bad
Thats a misery feelin child, I most , most ever had
Some folks tell me, man I did worry, the blues aint bad
Well thats a misery ole feelin, honey now, well gal, I most ever had
Well, brooks run into the ocean, ocean run in, into the sea
If I dont find my baby somebody gonna, gonna bury me, um-hm
Brook run into the ocean, child, ocean run into the sea
Well, if I dont 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 Im, Im leavin this monin if I had-a, whoa ride the blind
I feel mistreated girl you know now, I dont mind dyin
Leavin this monin, tell ya I had-a now ride the blind
Yeah, been mistreated baby now, baby an I dont mind dyin