Slave to the Blues

Ain't robbed no train: ain't done no hanging crime It's that i'm a slave to the blues: even 'bout that man of mine Blues do tell me: do i have to die a slave Do you hear me screaming: you're going to take me to my grave If i could break these chains: and let my worried heart go free Well it's too late now: the blues have made a slave of me You see me raving: you hear me crying Oh lord: this wounded heart of mine Folks i'm a‑grieving: from my head to my shoes I'm a good‑hearted woman: but still i'm chained to the blues