(by walter jacobs)
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself.
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself.
Cant get the one you love, have to use somebody else.
Ive got the blues, gonna pack my things and go.
Ive got the blues, gonna pack my things and go.
Guess you dont love me, babe, loving mister so-and-so.
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
I guess you dont love me, gonna pack my things and go.