[instrumental intro] My woman left me cryin' She didn't even look. She took my ukelele, She took our best cook book. She emptied out our savings and drove off in our car. The stab wound in my heart will Leave an ugly scar. I've got the blues. I've got the blues [instrumental break] How could you do it, baby? How could you be so low? After all the good years, How could you treat me so? I've got the blues. I've got the blues [outro]
