Blues Everywhere

Yeah, well there's blues
 Blues everywhere I go
 Yeah, well there's blues
 Blues everywhere I go
 Yeah well, I'm going to find my good man (Hoo-woo)
 I won't be blue no more
 Well there's blues in my house
 From the roof to the ground
 Well there's blues in my house
 From the roof to the ground
 And there's blues everywhere, 'cause my good man has left this town
 Well there's blues in my room
 I don't know right from wrong
 Well there's blues in my room
 I don't know right from wrong
 There's blues in my kitchen, 'cause my sweet man is gone
 Well there's blues in my mailbox
 'Cause I can't get no male
 Well there's blues in my mailbox
 'Cause I can't get no male
 There's blues in my breadbox, 'cause my bread's got stale
 Yes there's blues in my meal barrel
 And there's blues up on my shelf
 Yes there's blues in my meal barrel
 And there's blues up on my shelf
 And there's blues in my bed, 'cause I'm sleeping by myself
 So it's blues, blues everywhere I go
 So it's blues, blues everywhere I go
 If I can find my good man, (Hoo-woo), I won't be blue no more