Ain't it funny You might even Catch the blues I've been willing to bet I ain't figured out yet Living in a world of pain I've been living in a world of pain Without you making the difference Oh I've been going insane

Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can That you're wearing Tearing me apart New York City blues East side, West side lose Goin' under, rats in the cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow

I've got rambling I've got rambling all on my mind Is to leave my baby 'Cause she treat me so unkind I'm going down to the station Catch that old first mail train, see I got mean things all on my mind I got the blues 'bout miss so and so And her son's

Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare? ...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare? You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in the world somewhere You know, he's a travelin' horse, an' he's too black bad He's a travelin' pony, I declare,

If I loose my cool in the open and it shows That I'm down and I ain't alright I search my soul where there is no moon The trees all cross and are covered in moss Where nobody ever goes and a warm wind blows I catch my buzz in the black of night Oh, I got

Who's gonna go out and find you When you're lost out in the night? Who's gonna be the voice that tells you Everything's all right? Who's gonna be the one to pick you up When you fall down? Tell me who, who's gonna catch you now? Every time you fell I was