ROAMIN' BLUES
(Ben Lorre / Jeff Dane / Louis Jordan)


Louis Jordan & His Tympany Five - 1947


Left Chicago in the summer
New York in the fall
Detroit in the winter
Didn't prove a thing at all
I got those roamin' blues
Yes, I got those roamin' blues
Can't find no place to settle
So, I got those roamin' blues

Joined a club in old Saint Louis
That G.I. free loot club
Stood in line so long man
Wore my legs down to a nub
I hit the road again
Yes, I hit the road again
Can't find no place to settle
So, I hit the road again

I thought I'd made it Jack 
In good old Albuquerque
You know I was on the wrong track
You know they tried to make me work (Ain't that a killer!)
I hit the road right quick
Yes, that judge was much too slick
That ain't no place to settle
So, I hit the road right quick

Las Vegas was the next stop
That fast town left me weak
The dice man made twelve passes 
I was up the well known creek
Those gamblers put me down
I had to walk right out o' town
Uh-uh, that ain't no place to settle
I had to walk right out o' town

Ah, but I found the greatest town of all
Frantic Frisco
Got me a gal with plenty gold 
And she just won't let me go
I think I've found a place
Yes, I got my boots all laced
Got me a home, don't have to roam
Good news, I lost those roamin' blues






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - October 2015)