14 acessos
I feel so sad today,
My man is gone away,
My heart is full of pain.
He was so good to me,
Sweet papa Stingaree,
I want him back again!
I got those lovin' blues, dyin' blues,
For my sweet papa Stingaree!
I woke up this morning,
I woke up this morning,
I heard somebody callin' me:
"Sweet mama, mama,"
I woke up this morning,
I heard somebody callin' me;
It must have been my sweet papa Stingaree.
I tried to treat him right,
I kissed him every night,
But it was all in vain,
He gave the door to me,
Sweet papa Stingaree,
I love him just the same.
I got those cryin' blues, dyin' blues,
For my sweet papa Stingaree!
Blues in the bottle,
Blues in the bottle,
I've got stoppers in my hand,
Sweet papa, papa,
Blues in the bottle,
I've got stoppers in my hand,
Blues in the bottle,
Blues for my loving man.
Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I wonder,
Wasn't he a teasin' brown,
Hey, lordy, lordy!
Sometimes I wonder,
Just give me a teasin' brown,
A yellow man will keep you worried all the time,
I mean all the time!