Buster Bailey

Countin' the Blues
Layin' in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wallLayin' in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wallTrying to count these blues so I could sing 'em allMemphis, Ramport, Beale Street set 'em, freeMemphis, Ramport, Beale Street set 'em, freeGraveyard, 'Bama Bound, Lord, Lord, come from StingareeLord sittin' on the Southern gonna ride all night longLord sittin' on the Southern gonna ride all night longDownhearted, Gulf Coast--they was all good songsLord, 'rested at midnight; jailhouse made me loose my mindLord, 'rested at midnight; jailhouse made me loose my mindBad Luck 'n' Boll-Weevil made me think of old MoonshineLord, goin' to sleep now for mama just got bad newsLord, goin' to sleep now for mama just got bad newsTo try to dream away my troubles, countin' these blues Aus Songtexte Mania