When your mind starts dreaming,
your heart starts stealing,
here comes them sleep-bitten blues.
Sure as the train's rolling down the track,
never go to sleep before the blues gets back.
Go to sleep boys,
don't blow no fuse,
I know you wanna stay awake,
but it just ain't no use.
Better go to sleep and turn your tired mind loose,
here comes them sleep-bitten blues.
It's time for sleeping,
for the dawn comes creeping,
in its early morning juice.
Turn it in,
try to forget,
you don't really need another cigarette.
Your throat is tired, your minds are sore,
your head is aching, don't you know what's more?
You can remember what you're staying up for,
here comes them sleep-bitten blues.
The
more you fret,
the worse it gets,
it's time to call it a day.
Then after you've slept and you've opened your eyes,
you're sure to be in for a nice surprise.
Lose them blues,
it's out of style,
tomorrow you'll find that it wasn't worthwhile,
and come the morning you'll have to smile,
when you think about your sleep-bitten blues.
La dee da dee, la da dee da da,
doo dee da dee dee da dee doo.