A Woman Alone with the Blues

For my love sickness There's no physician What could he tell me to use? No liquid or pill, I'm sure Ever did or will cure A woman alone with the blues Burning memories of The man that I love Crowd all my mental revues For all of the pain I feel His two loving arms could heal A woman alone with the blues To a blue melody Warm and human I could pour my soul out in song And the words would be About a good woman Who believed in her man, right or wrong He'll come back someday Begging forgiveness Blushing way down to his shoes No man in this world can find, happiness or peace of mind And break any heart he may choose And leave his woman alone with the blues