I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many long years.

Blues fallin' down like hail And the day keeps on worryin' me There's a hell hound on my trail.

Actually, I guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself. 2:23:11 is a very good time - a very good time for a woman that is.

I been studyin' the rain and I'm 'on drive my blues away.

You may bury my body down by the highway side. So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride.

Nothing will see us through the age we're entering but high consciousness, and that comes hard. We don't have a good, modern myth yet, and we need one.

Some people tell me that the worried blues ain't bad. Worst old feelin' I most ever had.