The Lonesome Blues

In the morning, I'm walking down the back streets With my sadness dreams and with my little dog. Yesterday when I was drunk, my baby left me. She's been gone, and I don't know where she Goes. Raindrops falling on my head and on my jacket, Running down by me and flowing to my shoes. Through the days, I have no money in my Pockets. Through the nights, I've got the lonesome blues. Raindrops falling on my head and on my jacket, Running down by me and flowing to my shoes. Through the days, I have no money in my Pockets. Through the nights, I've got the lonesome blues. Through the nights, I've got the lonesome blues. Through the nights, I've got the lonesome Blues. Yeah, yeah.