Good mornin', blues
Blues, how do you do?
Eh, good mornin', blues
Blues, how do you do?
I would like to have
Just a few words with you

Yeah, I woke up this mornin'
With an awful achin' head
Yes, early this mornin'
With an awful achin' head
Now my man has left me
A room with an empty bed

Ain't it hard
Lovin' another woman's man
Yes, it's so hard
Lovin' another woman's man
You can't get him when you want him;
You've got to catch him when you can

It takes a good, smart woman these days
Takes a good, smart woman these days
Yes, to hold her man
When these gals has got so many different ways;
I'm gonna watch my man
Don't care what these other gals say
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord, oh, lord
Hmmm, lord, lord!
Say, these men in Harlem
Treat poor me like I was a dog