Lyrics:

I'd the the Fort Worth Blues, and Dallas heart disease
Got the the Fort Worth Blues, the Dallas heart disease
Can't keep my woman from all 'time worryin' me

Come here pretty mama, tell me where you goin'
Look a-here pretty mama, tell me where you goin'
If you can't tell me, it sure gonna be your ruin

I taken you woman, to-ho be my friend
Yes I've taken you woman, honey to be my frien'
Just look what hole, yes you've got me in

Fort Worth Blues, 'n the Dallas heart disease
Got the the Fort Worth Blues, the Dallas heart disease
And the blues, oh God, it keeps on worryin' me

Good morning blues, blues how do you do?
And good morning blues, blues how do you do?
'I'm doin' fairly well, baby how'ra you?'

You want me baby to be like Jesse James