Well well it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go Oh it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, and I won't be blue no more Well well there's blues in my house, from the roof to the ground And there blues everywhere, 'cause my good gal has left this town So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go Well I'm gonna find my good gal, so I won't be blue no more Well well it's blues in my room, I don't know right from wrong Because it's blues in my kitchen, my biscuit rollers gone So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, and I won't be blue no more Well well it's blues in my mailbox, 'cause I can't get no mail And blues in my breadbox, 'cause my bread has gone stale So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, well well I won't be blue no more Well, well so it's blues in my meal barrel, and it's blues on my shelf And it's blues in my bed, 'cause I'm sleeping by myself So it's blues, it's blues everywhere I go Well well I'm gonna find my good gal, and I won't be blue no more