Empty Pocket Blues - Emry Arthur; G position, standard tuning.
Oh, blues on my mind, baby, blues all around my bed
Oh, the blues on my mind,, blues all around my bed
For I dreamed last night, the one I love was dead
I'm going down to the railroad, lay my head down on the track
I'm going down to the railroad, lay my head down on the track
But a-wehn I think about my woman, just watch me pull it back
I'm just a good-hearted boy, dropped into your town
I'm just a good-hearted boy, dropped into your town
While a bunch of your good people, they're trying to throw me down
When I've a-got plenty money, I've got friends all around
When I've got plenty money, I've got friends all around
But a-when my pocketbook is empty, not a friend can be found
Now, when you see two women, running a-hand in hand
Now, when you see two women, running a-hand in hand
Go down and bet your bottom dollar, one's got the other one's man
I'm gonna bury my woman, six foot down under the ground
I'm gonna bury my woman, six foot under the ground
And I'll bet my last dollar, she'll have her face turned down
Oh, it's you'll be sorry, you'll be sorry some day
Oh, it's you'll be sorry, you'll be sorry some day
Oh, it's you'll be sorry, that you done me this-a-way
Oh, blues on my mind, baby, blues all around my bed
Oh, the blues on my mind,, blues all around my bed
For I dreamed last night, the one I love was dead
I'm going down to the railroad, lay my head down on the track
I'm going down to the railroad, lay my head down on the track
But a-wehn I think about my woman, just watch me pull it back
I'm just a good-hearted boy, dropped into your town
I'm just a good-hearted boy, dropped into your town
While a bunch of your good people, they're trying to throw me down
When I've a-got plenty money, I've got friends all around
When I've got plenty money, I've got friends all around
But a-when my pocketbook is empty, not a friend can be found
Now, when you see two women, running a-hand in hand
Now, when you see two women, running a-hand in hand
Go down and bet your bottom dollar, one's got the other one's man
I'm gonna bury my woman, six foot down under the ground
I'm gonna bury my woman, six foot under the ground
And I'll bet my last dollar, she'll have her face turned down
Oh, it's you'll be sorry, you'll be sorry some day
Oh, it's you'll be sorry, you'll be sorry some day
Oh, it's you'll be sorry, that you done me this-a-way