Feel like going home

Well late over in the evening
I feel like blowin' my horn
Well I woke up this morning
All I had was gone

Brooks run into the ocean
Ocean run into the sea
If I don't find my baby
Somebody sure gonna bury me

Minutes seem like hours
Hours seem like days
Well seems like my baby
Well boy must stop her lowdown (evil) ways

Some people tell me
The worried blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling
I almost ever had