Slave to the Blues

Ain't robbed no train: ain't done no hanging crime
It's that i'm a slave to the blues: even 'bout that man of mine

Blues do tell me: do i have to die a slave
Do you hear me screaming: you're going to take me to my grave

If i could break these chains: and let my worried heart go free
Well it's too late now: the blues have made a slave of me

You see me raving: you hear me crying
Oh lord: this wounded heart of mine

Folks i'm a‑grieving: from my head to my shoes
I'm a good‑hearted woman: but still i'm chained to the blues