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
