Yodling Blues

Bessie Smith

Compositor: A. Hill / Clarence Williams

The blues, the blues, the yodling
blues
They seem to haunt me all the time
Because that I ain't got no one
That will console my mind
It seems to me no happiness will I ever find
No happiness will I find
Lord, lord, lord, lord
Lord, lord, lord, lord
My man went out without a cause
I wonder who put them
jinx
on me, I said, them jinx on me,
I wonder who put them jinx on me, lowdown jinx on me
My man's gone back to his used-to-be
I'm gonna yodel, yodel my blues away, I said, my blues away
I'm gonna yodel, yodel my blues away, ee-ooo, I'm gonna yodel
Till things come back my way
I've got the blues, go spread the news
I've got those doggone yodling blues