Lyrics:

by Warren Haynes, Allen Woody & John Jaworowicz
Copyright 1996 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc
Transcribed by Marcus Fromm & Cal Watts
I'm lying here for hours,
can't get my eyes to close
Can't get one moments peace,
to save my dog-gone soul
I've been doin' more than drinkin'
tryin' to ease my pain
Everywhere I go,
somebody speaks your name
Oh my friends keep on askin'
boy whats a wrong with you,
I say I'm worried,
worried down with the blues
Try to be a good man,
work my fingers to the bone
Oh and you return the favor,
by reckin' oh a happy home
Why'd you play so many dirty tricks
I lost my faith in you,
and now you want me to take you back
Whats a poor man supposed to do?
[chorus]
I am worried down with the blues,
Oh yes I am,
I am worried down with the blues oh yea
I feel like I was born to lose
I used to walk with pride and my head held high
and now I'm starin' down at my shoes
Yes I am worried,
worried down with the blues
You made me turn my back,
on my very best friend
and when my back was turned,
you were messin' around with him
Still I'd give up everything,
just to have you by my side
In the cold cold nights when I reach for you
I'm holdin' to my foolish pride
[chorus]
I am worried down with the blues,
Oh yes I am,
I am worried down with the blues oh yea
I feel like I was born to lose
I used to walk with pride and my head held high
and now I'm starrin' down at my shoes
Yes I am worried,
worried down with the blues
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