Victim of the Blues - Tracy Nelson

My man left this morning, just about half past four

My man left this morning, just about half past four

He left a not on his pillow, said he couldn’t use me no more

Well I grabbed my pillow, turned over in my bed

Well I grabbed my pillow, turned over in my bed

And I cried about my baby ‘til my cheeks turned cherry red

It’s awful hard to take it, it’s such a bitter pill

It’s awful hard to take it, it’s such a bitter pill

If the blues don’t kill me, my man and mean treatin' will

Too sad to worry, too mean to cry,

Too slow to hurry, too good to lie

My man he left me, done said goodbye

Too sick to stay here, too well to die

People think I’m crazy, I’m just a victim of the blues