Holmes, spoken: Yee hoo! Hello, Lottie. Let's go down to the cabaret tonight and have a big time! Kimbrough, spoken: Oh, I can't do it, buddy. I'm all in. Homes: Why, what's the matter? Kimbrough: I've got the blues. Holmes: Why, tell me about it. Kimbrough, sung: I've got the blues from my mother's knee And I know she's got the blues for me (Hey, hey) I've been thinking all day, thinking of the past And I'm thinking of my mother last (Oh, Lord!) I received a letter, what do you suppose it read? (What'd it say?) Says, "Come home, your poor old mother's dead." (What'd you do?) Then I grabbed a train, I went home a-flying She wasn't dead but she was slowly dying Said, "Run here, daughter, fall down on your knees. Won't you sing, "Nearer My god, to Thee"?" Fell on my knees, I began to moan "Yes, dear mother, I'll try to sing that song." The tears rolled down like the black showers of rain "Goodbye, mother, I won't see you again." Then I scampered away with fear in my heart I had no mother here to take my part