Fail me now, fail me through, I've heard all the things you do While I'm out working down the line I called on the telephone, but you never seem at home It seems the well of truth has just gone dry And the blues are rolling in It seems like such a sin That's why I'm roving 'round all over town A bloodhound's on your trail and you can't hide ♪ I went down to papa Jones just to see what he might know And the things he told me made my blood run cold Seems you like that far room life, it only cut me like a knife When I think about our happy home And the blues are rolling in It seems like such a sin That's why I'm roving 'round all over town A bloodhound's on your trail and you can't hide ♪ And the blues are rolling in It seems like such a sin That's why I'm roving 'round all over town A bloodhound's on your trail and you can't hide A bloodhound is on your trail and you can't hide A bloodhound is on your trail and you can't hide