Dying with the blues

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.