The Weary Love Blues

THE WEARY LOVE BLUES I ain’t gat nobodi, but just myself alone; I ain’t gat no one but the windz and birdz and treez; Here I loll, a loner with harmonica, by a stream Tuning a bluezy piece from a luv-sick soul. I ain’t trust nobodi but all just myself alone; No bod knowz ma plight but this slow slippi stream; Have gat ma luv drowning down her shadowi deep, Which gives me heartache that go not with her flow. I ain’t gat no buddi and gotta be myself alone, But gotta warbler perched by a finch on a bough, I croon on, far in the waning light, ‘cos I gat some hope With ma mellow soul piece, searching still on ma own. I ain’t gat no genuine luver but just myself alone, Round me drone the windz and chant the birdz in a spin; The leaves clapped and the treez swayed by the rhythm- Oh damn it I be consoled, ‘cos they all gat no soul!