
You ain't been blue,
No, no, no . . .
You
ain't been blue,
'Till you had that mood indigo . . .
That feelin' goes stealin'
Down to my
shoes,
While I sit an' sigh,
Go 'long blues . . .
Always get the mood indigo,
Since my baby
said goodbye . . .
In the evenin' when the lights are low,
I'm so
lonesome, I could die!
'Cause there's nobody,
Who cares about me
. . .
I'm just a fool,
Who's bluer than blue can be,
When I get that mood
indigo,
I could lay me down an' die!
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