About four this morning, blues come in my door About four this morning, blues come in my door Please Mr Blues, don't come here no more I keep the blues all night, and the whole day through I keep the blues all night, and the whole day through I'm so full of blues, I don't know what to do Lord I wonder why my baby just wont act right Lord I wonder why my baby just won't behave She mistreats me just like I am her slave Well something has got to be done, to get these blues off my mind Well something has got to be done, to get these blues off my mind I believe I'll get drunk, and stay drunk all the time Well I'm going to leave you, I ain't going to sing no more Well I'm going to leave you, I ain't going to sing no more Because I'm full of blue, and I have got to go