135th Street Blues (Blue Monday)

Ladies and gentlemen! Come with me to Mike's colored saloon and there you will see a colored tragedy enacted in operatic style and like the white man's opera the theme will be love! Hate! Passion! Jealousy. In this little plot you may perceive a moral. So I beg you follow well the story to its tragic end. And it's all on account of a woman's intuition gone wrong. I must admit although I don't like sunday I have a fit when I go through blue monday Monday's the oneday that my dice lose They just refuse That's when my tears are always bitter - I go through blue monday blues Has one of you seen Joe my Joe For I have a date with him here It couldn't be have missed him I am a little early for him Maybe, has one of you seen Joe I love him man my Joe That's when a gal will pull a trigger, A gal will pull a trigger I got the Blue Monday Blues I love but you my Joe, my Joe I don't want a thing dear but you But after all I'm only human And I'm a mighty jealous woman Honey, still just as long as you're true I'll live for no one but you I'm goin' to see my mother, mother mine! Lord, how I've missed my mother, mother mine! Maybe I'm a sentimental dreamer, But my weary heart will cease to pine. When in her arms I whisper. I am home again, mother mine.