 There was a white man who had the blues. There was nothing to worry about. Now, you lay down at night. You roll from one side of the bed to the other all night long. You can't sleep. What's the matter? The blues has got you. You get up and sit on the side of your bed in the morning. You may have a sister and a brother, mother and father around, but you don't want no talk out of them. What's the matter? The blues has got you. Well, you go and put your feet under the table, look down at your plate, got everything you want to eat.