Broken Busted Blues Clara Smith

I’m in a lonely state
Thumbing to ride a freight
All by myself, all by myself
Longing to squeeze a plate
Never a time but late
Never got help, I’m craving poor wealth
Everyone knows that I am walking on my toes

So many a times I’ve sighed
Many a times I’ve cried
No place to eat, no place to sleep
Looked up my family tree
No one is left but me
Down in the sea there’s rest for me
This way of living, easy comes and easy go

I’ve got thosе broken busted blues
I feel bad
I’vе got those can’t be trusted blues
Gee, I’m sad
I haven’t got a dime, I’m always wasting time
Doing every little thing just to change my mind

I’m just a lonesome rolling stone
Day by day
No place that I can call my home
I must say
That there is no place like
Down in Alabamy
Where I left my mammy
I’m longing for some news
‘Cause I’ve got those broken busted
Got those can’t be trusted blues