Writers: Eaton/Mills/Bigard
You ain`t been blue; no, no, no.
You ain`t been blue,
Till you`ve had that mood indigo.
That feelin` goes stealin` down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, Go `long blues.
Always get that mood indigo,
Since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin` when lights are low,
I`m so lonesome I could cry.
`Cause there`s nobody who cares about me,
I`m just a soul who`s
bluer than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo,
I could lay me down and die.
