This is a mean old world, just try and live in by yourself
Mean, mean, mean old world, try and live in by yourself
And when you can't get the one you
Love, and you have to use somebody else
I've got the blues, I think I pack my things and go
Yes I've got the blues, and I pack my things and go
I know you don't love me, babe, calls you love and oh so-and-so
Sometimes I wonder how can your love be so cold?
Lord I wonder how can your love be so cold?
I know you don't love me, babe, and I'm just an unlucky so-and-so
