From the recording Biskits & Gravy
Traditional lament of the itinerant blues musician with a checking account
Lyrics
Nobody loves me, nobody cares for me at all.
Nobody loves me, nobody cares for me at all.
If I'm in love by late summer,
I'm broken-hearted by early fall
The girl that used to love me, she packed her bags and ran away.
The girl that used to love me, she packed her bags and ran away.
She took all my money from my checking account,
And ran off with a guy from LA
(That's why I play these blues)
Well, I took her to the doctor.
She told me she was fine
But when she up and left me,
I nearly blew my mind.
Oh, nobody, nobody, nobody cares for me at all.
If I'm in love by late summer
I'm broken-hearted by early fall