Roamin' Blues - Original Mono - 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

— ain't that a killer?

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