From my childhood where I am now...
I aaaaaaain't gonna worry, I'll get by somehow .
My momma had 'em, my daddy had 'em, too 
I -was -born with the blues 

I'll tell you somethin' 
Friend it ain't no joke 
I would'nt take my past life 

For my weight in gold 
My momma had 'em, my daddy had 'em, too 

I was- born with the blues 

I'd use my guitar for my pillow 

Hollooooow ..logs would be within' my bed 

(sonny: oh yes!)

Bluuuuuues, my [bad word] 
I had to sing the blues for my meat and bread 

Ooooooh yes, I want you to knooooooow 
I-----begaaaaan to roam 

Oooooh roam, me, [bad word] from a broken home 
My momma had 'em, my daddy had 'em, too 

I was born with the blues 

(sonny: whaouuuhouh)

Don't believe I'm singin' 
Juuuuuust look what a hoooole I'm in 
Don't beliiiiiiiiiieve I love you 
But what a fool I've been 

But I'm not ashamed 
Ain't that news 
I am livin' with the blues 

(sonny: whaouuuhouh)

No, I... 

Rocks was my mother and father's pillow, oh yes 
Cold ground had to be their beds 
Blue skiiiiiiies was their blanket 
And the moonlight was their spread 

Oooooh yes 
You think I'm happy 
But you dooooon't know my mind 
Smile on my face 
My heart's bleeding all the time 

But I'm not ashamed 
Aiiiiiiin't that news 
I was born with the blues,

one more time 

I'm not ashaaaaamed, friends, 

Oh ain't that a lot of neeeeews 
Me and old Sonny's got the blues