Got The Blues About Rome by Otto Virgial Lyrics

Oh, I woke up this morning, same thing on my mind
I woke up this morning, same thing on my mind
Didn't have nobody, jump me up and down

Well, I got the blues about Rome, boy, Rome is not my home
Got the blues about Rome, boy, Rome is not my home
Don't worry about me, baby, I'll be there 'fore long

Oh, sometime I think my girl's too sweet to die
Sometime I think my girl's too sweet to die
Then again I think she ought to be buried 'live

Well, I'm just standin' here, wonderin', would a matchbox hold my clothes?
Standin' here, wonderin', matchbox hold my clothes?
Ain't got so many matches, got so far to go

Well, I've got nineteen women, and I b'lieve I want one more
I've got nineteen women, b'lieve I want one more
That one more suit me, gonna let that nineteen go

Well, I feel like jumpin' through the old keyhole in your door
I feel like jumpin' through the keyhole in your door
"When you jump through here, you sure won't jump no more."