Well, people in the cemetery
Are much better out than I
Their troubles are over
And they don’t have to cry

I cried and I cried
Lord, I just can’t cry no more
I got woman trouble blues
Blues I never had before

I got a letter
Special delivery
Ooh, post mark San Francisco
3000 miles from me
I took the next train heading west
Blue and worried as can be

Well I cried from New York City
To the San Francisco Bay
I cried from San Francisco
To Atlanta, GA

Searching for my baby
Riding trains and crying the blues
Oh, this is one sweet woman
Oh, I can’t stand to lose
Alright Mel
Now put some soul in that guitar
Blow some soul Mel

{Guitar solo: Mel Brown}
Ow!
Take me back home to Mississippi
Say what
Ah, have mercy
This is the blues
This is the only blues
Woman trouble blues, you know what I mean?
Blow, Mel, blow
Ow, cut my neck off and call me short

Cry, cry, cry
And I just can’t cry no more
Cry, cry, cry
Lord, I can’t cry no more
Oh these woman trouble blues
Oh babe, just to go, oh oh