Mr. Musselwhite's Blues

I was born in Mississippi
At a place I did not choose
The doctor pulled me from my mama
Said «Son, welcome to the blues»
Welcome to the blues
Was 18 when I come to Chicago
In a brown suit and worn out shoes
Little Walter handed me a harmonica
Said «This'll help if you got the blues»
This’ll save you if you got the blues
Had a woman, she up and left me
I said «Mr. Williams, what should I do?»
Big Joe said «Well I know that woman
«And Charlie, you’re better off with the blues»
You’re better off with the blues
Now when I’m done breathing
I may not get to heaven but if I do
Gonna tell all them saints walking round
I was born and I died with the blues
I was born and I died with the blues
I was born and I died with the blues