Corralling the Blues

I might get to thinkin' That I might, could quit drinkin' But then what else is there to do And it's this contemplation That spurs conversation With the ceilin' that I've been talkin' to If I keep my hands workin' It holds off the hurtin' For the work is all but true But when the days at a close And I'm all alone You can guess where my mind wanders to And it's a feelin' I have known Since before I was grown I'm howlin', corralling the blues And it's a feelin' I have known Since before I was grown I'm howlin', corralling the blues I'm howlin', corralling the blues