Weary Hearted Blues
by probably 
Blind Willie McTell 
recording of 1933 
from 
Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 3 (1933-1935) (Document 5008) 
& 
The Definitive Blind Willie McTell (Columbia C2K-53234) 
Looka here pretty mama, I'll tell you what I'll do 
I'll make these lots of dollars and bring 'em all home to you 
Now I'm weary, weary hearted and blue 
And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues 
I'll give you my money, baby I'll admire 
I'll do as all for you mama, you require 
Still I'm weary, weary hearted and blue 
And that's why that I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues 
I'll even hold your head when you are feelin' bad 
I'll sing and dance for you mama, when you're sad 
Now I'm weary, weary hearted and blue 
And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues 
I wanna tell all you mens nice and kind 
You lose your best woman, don't you fool with mine 
'Cause I'm weary, weary hearted and blue 
And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues 
Now a white man go to the river, take him a seat and sit down 
The blues overtake him, he jump overboard and drown 
Yes he's weary, weary hearted and blue 
And that's why we're cryin' these weary hearted blues 
Now a colored man go to the river, take him a seat and sit down 
He takes the blues, he come home back to town 
And yet he weary, weary hearted and blue 
And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues 
I wants all you men to let my good gal alone 
I give her a dollar in the street and I'll give her two at home 
'Cause I'm weary, weary hearted and blue 
And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues 

Created by: 
Bluesman Harry 
Page last updated on: 
December 16 2000