Baby, stop your fooling
And stop doing me wrong
Stop your fast way of living
Bring your clothes back home
'Cause I've got the blues about my baby
I know my baby got the blues about me
Now if you ain't gonna treat me no better
Why in the world don't you let me be?
You know, I've had trouble so long
Until the trouble don't worry me
You know being in the jailhouse
Is just like being on the job of ease
I'm gonna stop the New York Central
I'm gonna stop all buses on line
I'm gonna stop the streetcar; don't move a thing
Till I find that little gal of mine
I'll get a way 'cross the country
Where there ain't nobody else around.=
That must-a be my baby
She must-a be trying to put me down.=