Blues Everywhere

Yeah, well there's blues Blues everywhere I go Yeah, well there's blues Blues everywhere I go Yeah well, I'm going to find my good man (Hoo-woo) I won't be blue no more Well there's blues in my house From the roof to the ground Well there's blues in my house From the roof to the ground And there's blues everywhere, 'cause my good man has left this town Well there's blues in my room I don't know right from wrong Well there's blues in my room I don't know right from wrong There's blues in my kitchen, 'cause my sweet man is gone Well there's blues in my mailbox 'Cause I can't get no male Well there's blues in my mailbox 'Cause I can't get no male There's blues in my breadbox, 'cause my bread's got stale Yes there's blues in my meal barrel And there's blues up on my shelf Yes there's blues in my meal barrel And there's blues up on my shelf And there's blues in my bed, 'cause I'm sleeping by myself So it's blues, blues everywhere I go So it's blues, blues everywhere I go If I can find my good man, (Hoo-woo), I won't be blue no more