Got home to Mississippi late last night

You were waiting up to start a fight

I guess they’ll be no kissing

You weren’t missing me

I was born to sing the blues

Baby, why you helping me?

 

Had a little bit of business ‘cross the Georgia line

Still, I made it back in record time

But it ain’t my peaches

You’re reaching for, I see

I was born to sing the blues

Baby, why you helping me?

 

If you were talking ‘bout going walking

With some dandy down the street

Get your head straight before it’s too late

And I pick up my feet

 

Louisiana’s where I oughta go

They go got a juke joint outside East Monroe

Woman and whiskey – a risky recipe

I was born to sing the blues

Baby, why you helping me?

 

If you were thinking ‘bout going drinking

With some dandy on the town

Put your money where your mouth is, honey

And don’t come back around

 

I’m slippin’ on my Monday mornin’ shoes

Heading off again to pay my dues

When trouble hits me, it fits me to a “t”

I was born to sing the blues

Baby, why you helping me?

 

Ray Lambiase/vocal, acoustic guitar

Sara Milonovich/fiddle

Sten Isachsen/mandolin