Bad Case of the Blues

Livin' and a-workin' in the city, I thought I was a big girl

I felt so smart and my own life I could choose

So Miss Smarty found herself a city boy who one night said he loved her

And the next night he leaves her sittin' with a bad case of the blues

Yoodle-lad-eee-heee-heee-heee-heee, uh-huh

If I really was a smart girl I could turn him loose

Yoodle-lad-eee-heee-heee-heee-heee, uh-huh

Instead of sittin' and a-cryin' with a bad case of the blues

So 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 sore?"

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-lad-eee-heee-heee-heee-heee, uh-huh

Little country girl done got hooked on a barbed wire love

Yoodle-lad-eee-heee-heee-heee-heee, uh-huh

And she can't get loose from this bad case of the blues