Big Road

Well I ain't goin' down that big road by my don't by the big road waaa
 Can't you hear me talkin' to you?
 I ain't goin' down the big road by myself
 If I can't carry you, I'm 'bout to carry somebody else
 I'm gonna sun gonna shine in my back door someday on my back waaa
 Can't you hear me talkin' to ya
 The sun gonna shine in my back door someday
 And the wind gonna come till they blow these blues away
 Yeahhhhh
 Oh some people might tell you that
 The weary blues the weary blues waaa
 Can't you hear me talkin' to you
 They might try to tell you – the weary blues ain't fair
 They must a have been the same kind of weary blues I had
 Cos this stuff will kill ya
 The blues ain't nothin' but an achin' heart an achin' heaaart
 Can't ya hear me talkin' to ya
 The blues ain't nothin' but an achin' heart disease
 If a stroke comes on children killin' me by degrees
 Yeah the blues ain't nothing but a goddamn weary chill goddamn waaa
 Can't you hear me talkin' to ya
 The blues ain't nothing but a low-down weary chill
 And if ya never did have it
 I truly hope you never will