Bad Case of the Blues

Livin' and a-workin' in the city, I thought I was a big girl Oh, I felt so smart, and my own life I could choose So then smartie found herself a city guy who one night said he loves her And the next night he leaves her sittin' with a bad case of the blues Yoodle-la-di-eee-eee, ah-ah If I really was a smart girl, I could turn him to me, ooh Yoodle-la-di-eee-eee, ah-ah Instead a-sittin' and a-cryin' with a bad case o' the blues I took myself out to the country to see my mother She said, "What no-good man has got my lovin' little child's heart stole?" I said, "Mama, he tells me that he loves me, and then he's out with another And he's got me right down to the last square on the checkerboard" Yoodle-la-di-eee-eee, ah-ah Little country girl done got hooked on a barbed wire love Yoodle-la-di-eee-eee, ah-ah And she can't get loose from this bad case of the blues And she can't get loose from this bad case of the blues