Dying With the Blues Lyrics

I've lost my happy home; 
My baby's told me to pack my trunk and go; 
My heart is fairly breaking, 
To have to go. 

Oh, hon, isn't it a sin, 
To drive your poor baby 
Out in the sleet and wind? 
But he pointed to the door, 
And just said, "Go." 

I'm almost gone insane, 
When I hear you, daddy, 
You ride moaning like a train; 
For there's no other, 
Daddy, won't you change. 

Oh, hon, I got those blues runnin' through my soul. 
Take me back, sweet daddy, 
I am going home, daddy; 
Why, there's no other 
Who can ease my pain. 

Oh, hon, I got those blues just runnin' through my soul; 
Just take me back, oh, sweet daddy, 
Why, I am going home, baby; 
For there's no other 
Who can ease my pain.