Lonesome House Blues
 

I had a dream last night : all about my gal
You can tell by that : sweet papa ain't been so well

I'm going away mama : just to wear you off my mind
So if I live in Chicago : murder's going to be my crime

This house is lonesome : my baby left me all alone
If your heart ain't rock : sugar it must be marble stone

I got the blues so bad : it hurts my feet to walk
It has settled on my brain : and it hurts my tongue to talk