Countin’ the Blues (Take 2)

[Intro]
Lord, I got the blues this mornin'
I want everybody to go down in prayer
Lord, Lord

[Verse 1]
Laid in my bed with my face turned to the wall
Lord, layin' in the bed with my face turned to the wall
Tryin' to count these blues so I could sing them all

[Verse 2]
Memphis, Rampart, Beale Street, set them free
Lord, Memphis, Rampart, Beale Street, set them free
Graveyard and 'Bama Bound, Lord, Lord, come from Stinagree

[Verse 3]
Lord, sittin' on the Southern, gonna ride, ride all night long
Lord, sittin' on the Southern, gonna ride all night long
Downhearted, Gulf Coast, they was all good songs

[Verse 4]
Lord, restless at Midnight, Jail-House made me lose my mind
Lord, restless at Midnight, Jail-House made me lose my mind
Bad Luck and Bo-Weavil made me think of old Moonshine

[Verse 5]
Lord, going to sleep, boys, mama's just now got bad news
Lord, going to sleep now, just now I got bad news
To try to dream away my troubles, countin' these blues