I've been cryin' and my-oh-my-in' Since he's been gone. But I've done some thinkin' And it's starting to sink in That life goes on. So if you're somebody Who's feeling sorry for yourself Better sing along Cause this is gonna be The last blues song. Now a little bitty fit Of self pity Can really sing. But it keeps on growin' And you know woe-woe-in' Don't change a thing. So if you're a person Who's hooked on hurtin' on yourself Better sing along Cause this is gonna be The last blues song. Woe, woe, woe, woe, Woe, woe, woe, woe My oh my Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea I'm fit to die. Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Please don't go'.. Papa I think I'm getting' high On feeling, low woe woe woe woe woe woe So all you losers, you full time blues-ers Get out of bed Don't you go and give in Don't you give up on livin' Before you're dead. Come on now brother, If you've been motherin' yourself Better sing along Cause this is gonna be This is gonna be The last blues song.