They repossessed my pickup, rent is two months late 
I went to work at nine but my shift started at eight 
My boss man said, "you're finished, you'll be turnin' in your keys 
This'll be the last time you'll be workin' here for me" 
I don't know where to turn, I don't know what to do 
I think I got a bad case of those down home country blues 

I was back at home by eleven, much to my surprise 
There was Bubba's pickup parked up in my drive 
My wife was in her housecoat throwin' my things in the yard 
I'll never understand why life has to be so hard 
She said she called a lawyer and they're about to sue 
I think I got a bad case of those down home country blues 

I went to see the preacher, to get me some advice 
"Circle back an' get her boy, after all she is you're wife" 
I walked up on the front porch an' saw Bubba in my chair 
He was pointin' through the screen door, laughin' at me there 
Said, "I hate to tell you, but you're time 'round here is through" 
I think I got a bad case of those down home country blues 

I went to see the doctor, told him "somethin's just not right 
These tears in my eyes are interferin' with my sight 
At night I toss an' turn, I never get any good rest 
There is a constant poundin' in the center of my chest" 
Doc said he was sorry, there was nothin' he could do 
He said I had a bad case of those down home country blues 
Country blues, country blues, country blues, country blues


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