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Text: Tom Jones. Mess Of Blues.

I just got your letter, baby
Too bad you can't come home
I swear, I?m goin' crazy
Sittin' here all alone

Since you're gone
I got a mess of blues

I ain't slept a week since Sunday
I can't eat a thing all day
And every day is just blue Monday
Since [Incomprehensible] away

Since you're gone
I got a mess of blues

Whoops, there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
Sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I gotta catch the next train goin'
And leave these blues behind

Since you're gone
I got a mess of blues

Well, whoops, there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace

I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I gotta catch the next train goin'
And leave these blues behind

Since you're gone
I got a mess of blues

Since you're gone
I got a mess of blues

Since you're gone
I got a mess of blues