Mecca Flat Blues

Talk about blues
I got the meanest kind
Talk about blues baby
I got the meanest kind
I got those Mecca Flat Blues
Can’t get 'em off my mind
A Mecca Flat woman
Makes a good man feel bad (she'll make him cry)
A Mecca Flat woman
Makes a good man feel bad (she'll make him cry)
Give him cocaine and whiskey
But she’ll never let him die
I’m gonna find
A Mecca Flat man today (oh baby)
I’m gonna find
A Mecca Flat man today
Because I’ve got the blues baby
And somebody’s got to pay
What are we gonna do
When they burn the barrel house down (down, down, down)
What are we gonna do
When they burn the barrel house down
We’ll move the jazz band outside
And barrel-house on the ground
Talk about blues
I got the meanest kind
Talk about blues
I got the meanest kind
I got those Mecca Flat Blues
Can’t get 'em off my mind