Ohhhh, my baby don’t treat me good no more.
Ohhhh, my baby don’t treat me good no more.
When I was sick and down, she drove me from her door.

I just found out why my baby treats me so unkind.
I just found out why my baby treat me so unkind.
When she go to bed every night she tells everything what’s on her mind.

Violin, sing the blues for me! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]

Kick it low, boys! Kick it low! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]