Roamin' Blues

Roamin' Blues - Louis Jordan

Left Chicago in the summer

New York in the fall

Detroit in the winter didn't

Prove a thing at all

I got those roamin' blues

Yes I got those roamin' blues

Can't find no place to settle

Woo I got those roamin' blues

Joined a club in old Saint Louis

That G I free loot club

Stood in line so long man

Wore my legs down to a nub

I hit the road again

Yes I hit the road again

Can't find no place to settle

So I hit the road again

I thought I'd made it Jack in good old Albuquerq'

I was on the wrong track you know

They tried to make me work

I hit the road right quick

Yes that judge was much too slick

Can't find no place to settle

Woo I hit the road right quick

Then Las Vegas was the next stop

That fast town left me weak

The dice man made twelve passes

And I was up the well-known creek

Those gamblers put me down

Yes I had to walk right out of town

Mm-mm that ain't no place to settle

Mmm I had to walk right out of town

Ah but I hit the greatest town of all

Frantic Frisco

Got me a gal with plenty gold

And she just won't let me go

I think I've found a place

Yes I got my boots all laced

Found me a home don't have to roam

It's good news

I've lost those roamin' blues