My mama told me when I was a child That she did not know what make a man cry I looked at my papa, he had tears in his eyes He said ask me no question my son, and I'll tell you no lies Good old blues, don't you know Lord, good blues will never die Have mercy now I got two little brothers, and a sister I ain't never seen They all sang me blues deep down in New Orleans We was raised in a country where I'm on a farm The last time I was hurt by anybody I was in my mama's arms Good old blues, don't you know Lord, have mercy they will never die Somebody help me now Sometimes they make you cry They will make you cry What can I do? What can I say? What can I do? Lord, I know these blues Don't you know they will never die Can't you see now? Can't you see now? Can't you see me cry?