—Richard M. Jones
Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
But I won't be blue always,
'Cause the sun's gonna shine in my backdoor again
I'm gonna lay my head
On a lonesome railroad line,
And let the 2:19 pacify my mind
I'm all alone at midnight
And my lamp is burning low
Never had so much trouble in my life before
I'm gonna lay my head
On that lonesome railroad track,
But when I hear that whistle, lord, I'm gonna pull it back
You've been a hardheaded daddy
And you sure treat me unkind
I'll be a hardheaded mama—I swear I'll make you lose yout mind
I'm going down to the river,
Take along my rocking chair,
And if the blues don't leave me, I'll rock on away from here
Look-a here, sweet mama,
See what you have done;
Why you made me love you, now your regular man done come
Well, trouble, oh, trouble,
Trouble on my worried mind.
When you see me laughin', I'm laughin' just to keep from lyin'
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