Talk about blues I got the meanest kind Talk about blues baby I got the meanest kind I got those Mecca Flat Blues Can't get 'em off my mind A Mecca Flat woman Makes a good man feel bad (she'll make him cry) A Mecca Flat woman Makes a good man feel bad (she'll make him cry) Give him cocaine and whiskey But she'll never let him die I'm gonna find A Mecca Flat man today (oh baby) I'm gonna find A Mecca Flat man today Because I've got the blues baby And somebody's got to pay What are we gonna do When they burn the barrel house down (down, down, down) What are we gonna do When they burn the barrel house down We'll move the jazz band outside And barrel-house on the ground Talk about blues I got the meanest kind Talk about blues I got the meanest kind I got those Mecca Flat Blues Can't get 'em off my mind