Lyrics: Traditional arr Hunter
Music: Traditional arr Hunter
Sung by Robert Hunter in a solo performance on 18 November 1981.
It sounds partly improvised.
Got up this morning
Well the blues were on my mind
Early morning blues
Oh those blues were on my mind
When your baby leaves you crazy
You know she might as well just rob you blind
Blues in the morning
Well my whole day just shot to hell
Blues in the morning
My whole day is shot to hell
There's a storm cloud out my window
And I do not wish nobody well
I look in the mirror
I don't recognise the face I see
I look in the mirror, babe
And I don't even recognise the face I see
I might have been underneath the weather
But that face don't, it don't even look like me
What's today?
I mislaid a day or two
What's today?
I must have mislaid a day or two
Well I've checked all through my brain
I cannot find the date there anywhere
I got blues in the morning
My whole day is shot to hell
I don't know where that day is gone
Nor can I wish her well
And I woke up this morning
And I just was not doing too well
Well one cloud don't make a winter
One lightning flash don't make a sunny day
One cloud don't make a winter, babe
One lightning flash don't make a sunny day
But you know, when your girl leaves in the morning
Sure can shoot your whole day to hell
Got the blues in the morning
Got the blues in the morning
Storm cloud out of my window
Storm cloud out of my window
No I do not, do not wish anybody well