I got the bad feeling blues, keeps me worried all the time I can't get along, with that high brown gal of mine Look a‐here mama, you done throwed your papa down I wouldn't hate it so bad, but the news all over town Look a‐here mama, what you want me to do I work all the time, bring my money home to you Lord Lord, your papa done going to stay I never thought, you would treat your daddy this a‐way I got the bad feeling blues, keeps me so lowdown I'm going to pack my grip, leave this lonesome town