Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me Since my baby's been gone I felt so bad, my baby's gone My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Well baby, I'm all alone Yeah, baby, I'm all alone I ain't no lovin'

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Just can't loosen these chains and things These chains that bind me Woke up this morning After another one of those crazy dreams Oh, nothing is going right this morning The whole world is wrong it seems Oh, I guess it's the chain that binds me I can't

Well now, come here baby, sit down on daddy's knee. Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long. Well, I woke up this morning, my biscuit rolling on. I want to tell you about the way they treated me. When I woke up this morning, all I had

My baby's gone, gone away from me Woke up this morning, my baby's gone I ain't got nobody to stay at home with me I ain't had no loving since my baby been gone I wonder 'bout my baby, what's gonna happen to me My whole life is in misery And now I'm

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Burnin' all pollution tonight How many rivers This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to

I woke up this morning It might take a while Might as well smile With a smile on my face Laughing the blues Tells me I should be scared I threw out those stones That stood in my way And I put on a new pair