Blues So Bad

I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad Sailed out of Yarmouth with a dreadnaught and a dime Landed in Clarksdale with a prewar in my prime I played all the way down they sure don't give a damn Prayed all the way home just feeling like a lamb I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad Left my home with stars in my eyes Fell down the coast in and out with the tides Till I stood at the crossroads led there by a myth Tried to break on through to the other side like this I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad A man did emerge with a long black beard Took my guitar tunes it up, disappeared I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad Now the women adore me, my side of the deal But nature abhors me, a soul I can't conceal I look back to the crossroads, lord knows I've been had So I'm singing the blues, I've got the blues so bad