Well, the blues come to Texas lopin' like a mule Well, the blues come to Texas lopin' like a mule You take a high brown woman, man, she's hard to fool You can't ever tell what a woman's got on her mind Man, you can't tell what a woman's got on her mind You might think she's crazy about you, she's leavin' you all the time I got up this mornin' with the blues all around my bed Hey, hey, blues all around my bed I was fixin' to eat my breakfast and the blues all in my bread You can always tell when a woman's gonna put you down You can always tell when a woman's gonna put you down Somehow her sweet-talk man is always fiddlin' 'round Well, I love my good gal better than a farmer likes his Jersey cow I say, I love my good gal better than a farmer likes his Jersey cow Been tryin' to quit you woman two years, but man I don't know how I'm goin' to the river, walk down 'bout the sea I mean I'm goin' to the river, I'm gonna walk down 'bout the sea I've caught them tadpoles and minnows arguing over me I done told you mama, ain't goin' tell you no more I done told you woman, I ain't goin' tell you no more The next time I talk with you, I'll hang crepe on your door