Lyric No Good Blues (1926)

Trouble s gonna leave, my back door someday.
Trouble s gonna leave, my back door someday.
Wind s gonna rise, and blow my blues away.

My plums are falling, Wabash whistle has blowed.
Plums are falling, Wabash whistle has blowed.
I hate to leave you sweet woman, but I ve got to go.

Well I can t stay here, and I can t stay nowhere.
I can t stay here, and I can t stay nowhere.
I been through that nation, and I couldn t stay there.

No, yes, no, yes I know.
No, yes, mercy on my very soul.
I think its springtime now, now that I ve got to go.