Falling Down Blues / Good Mornin' Judge

I got the blues so bad that it hurt my feet to walk
Got the blues so bad it hurt my feet to walk
Got the blues so bad it hurt my feet to walk
I wouldn't hate it so bad but it hurt my tongue to talk

Baby I feel like jumping through the keyhole in your door
Well I feel like jumping through the keyhole in your door
I feel like jumping through the keyhole in your door
I can jump so easy your man won’tl never know

Well She caught the rumblin’, and I caught the fallin’ down
Well She caught the rumblin’, and I caught the fallin’ down
She caught the rumblin’, I caught the fallin’ down
Well I never see her, I never turn around

Well, it’s trouble I been havin’ but don’t nobody know
It’s trouble I have that don’t nobody know
Well, it’s trouble I have that don’t nobody know
Bye bye Baby, I hate to see you go

And I said: Good mornin’, Judge, tell me what may be my fine
Well good mornin’ Judge, tell me what may be my fine
Mornin’ Judge tell me what may be my fine
Well, he said: fifteen hundred eleven twenty nine

Well, my woman come a runnin’ with a hundred in her hand
My woman come a runnin’ with a hundred in her hand
My woman come a runnin’ with a hundred in her hand
Cryin’ please Mr. Judge, won’t you spare my man

Judge said: One hundred wouldn’t do, you better run and get your three
One hundred wouldn’t do, you better run and get your three
One hundred won’t do, you better run and get you three
You wanna save that man from the penitentiary

Well, they arrest me for murder, I ain’t never harmed a man
They arrest me for murder, I ain’t never harmed a man
They arrest me for murder, I ain’t never harmed a man
They arrested me for forgery, and I can’t even sign my name

Well, Hitch up my buggy, won’t you saddle up my black mare
Hitch up my buggy, won’t you saddle up my black mare
Hitch up my buggy, won’t you saddle up my black mare
I'm goin’ to find my woman on the road somewhere