Blues For Bertha May Lyrics & Chords By Memphis Slim

Call my job Tell the boss I won't be in I said, call my job To tell my boss I won't be in Oh, you can tell him I'm sick Tell him anything But I just had too much...read more

I hate to see that evenin' sun go down. Oh, that's the time my baby left this town. And I get the blues when that evenin' sun goes down. She is the meanest gal for miles...read more

Got me accused of peeping, I can't see a thing Got me accused of petting, I can't even raise my hand Bad luck, bad luck is killing me Well I just can't stand no more of this...read more

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I got a letter It come to me by mail My baby's a comin' home I hope that she won't fail Because I feel so good I feel so good You know I feel so good Feel like ballin'...read more