The Worried Man Blues by Sam Collins (Blues) Lyrics

On a Sunday morning, just about half past four
On a Sunday morning, just about half past four
My babe took my hand, said daddy I can't use you no more

Lord I may get better, babe I can't get well
Lord I may get better, babe I can't get well
I'm going back to my used-to-be, and baby it's country farewell

Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
It takes a man like me, to carry this worried song

Baby I've been worried so long, that worrying don't bother me
Baby I've been worried so long, that worrying don't bother me
But ain't nobody here babe, to take pity on poor me

I've got a good girl, and I've got a lazy friend
I've got a good girl, and I've got a lazy friend
And if I tell about her, he always tell me where she been

I always will have trouble, until I'm dead and gone
I always will have trouble, until I'm dead and gone
If you will love me mama, you'd never treat me wrong