When the blues jumped up a rabbit
Rabbit  he'll run a mile
Poor  little rabbit
Crying like a new born child

Wish I was a headlight
On  some Western train
I'd  shine my light on
Cool Colorado rain

Wish  I was in cool Colorado
Up on some mountain high
I'd seen my darling
As he went riding by
As  he went riding

Some like white or yellow
Some crave black or brown
The man I'm craving
Won't never turn me down
Won't never turn me

Blues jumped up a rabbit
Rabbit he'll run a mile
Poor little rabbit
Crying, crying