Well I feel like an old hobo, I'm sad, lonesome, and blue

I was fair as a summer day; now the summer days are through

You pass through places and places pass through you

But you carry 'em with you on the souls of your travellin' shoes

Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly

Wake you up in the mornin' so early

Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues

I got the wanderin' blues

And i'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of these days soon

And I'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

Well it's times like these I feel so small and wild

Like the ramblin' footsteps of a wanderin' child

And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill

Singin these blues with a warble and a trill

But I'm not too blue to fly

No I'm not too blue to fly, 'cause

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

Well I love you so dearly I love you so fearlessly

Wake you up in the mornin' so early

Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues

I got the wanderin' blues

And I don't wanna leave you; I love you through and through.

Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train

And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain

I had the wanderin' blues

And I sang those wanderin' blues

And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of these days soon

And I'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.