Well trouble trouble I've had it all my days Mhmmmmmm I've had trouble all my days Well it seem to me like trouble Gonna follow me to my grave Well the mailman passed by Boy, didn't leave me any news Well the mailman passed by Didn't leave me no news Well that's why I'm standing here With these ole buck old blues Well I dream last night Woman that I love was dead Well Woman I love was dead Well I didn't have nobody Set ahold my achin' head (What you say, sugar? Let me hear you talk now) Well I went to the graveyard Fell down on my knee Mhmmmmmm Fell down on my knee I beg the gravedigger Gimme back my little Lucy, please Mhmm, gravedigger smile Boy he looked me in my eye Mhmmmmmm And he looked me in my eye He said I'm sorry for you, BJ But your sweet woman said her last goodbye Mmm I throw my arm And I slowly walked away Throw my arm, boy Slowly walked away I said that's alright, Mr. Gravedigger Somebody gonna cut a six foot hole for you someday