My Baby Left Me Blues

So you probably think I've got nothing better to do with my time than run this blog. Truth is, at the moment, I don't:

My baby done gone to San Antone'
She up and left me all alone
Biscuit and me ain't got nothing left to lose
We're singin' them low down, good for nuthin', baby left us blues.

I'm an innocent man, I ain't done no wrong
But she left anyway, now I'm singing this song
I'd sing any other, if I could choose
Instead of these low down, good for nuthin', baby left me blues.

The Biscuit Boy too, he swears he's been good
He feels betrayed, bewildered, and misunderstood
So he pooped on the rug this morning (stinky stuff toos!!)
He's got those low down, good for nuthin', baby left me blues.

So we talked about it and we both agree
If it ain't us, it must be Minwee!!
He's got another gal down the street, and a problem with the booze
Left Chaley singin' them low down, good for nuthin', baby left me blues.

Now she's gone, she's gone, she'll never be back
All because of that shady dude, that cat all dressed in black
Hey everybody, have you heard the news?
We got them low down, good for nuthin', baby left us blues.