Blond-Eyed Lady Blues

Blond-eyed lady don’t come ‘round no more.

Blond-eyed lady don’t come ‘round no more.

I just don’t know why I’m waitin’ for

‘Cause Blond-eyed lady don’t come ‘round no more.

She’s busy hangin’ ‘round the dance hall floor.

She’s busy hangin’ ‘round the dance hall floor.

I might jest as well go lock my front door,

‘Cause she’s busy hangin’ ‘round the dance hall floor.

Go tappin’ my foot on the barroom rail.

Go tappin’ my foot on the barroom rail.

Blond-eyed lady blues leads me to the whiskey pail;

Goin; go tappin’ my foot on the barroom rail.

Wrote me a letter to send in the early mail.

Wrote me a letter to send in the early mail.

Gonna tell myself all about that love-sad tale,

So wrote me a letter to send in the early mail.

Next time I need a woman, I’ll git ‘em by the score.

Next time I need a woman, I’ll git ‘em by the score.

Never let me bed git any restin’ no more,

‘Cause next time I need a woman, I’ll git ‘em by the score.