Well I Feel Like An Old Hobo,

I'm Sad Lonesome And Blue

I Was Fair As The 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....



[I Don't Care If The Sun Don't Shine

I Don't Care If Nothin' Is Mine

I Don't Care If I'm Nervous With You

I'll Do My Lovin' In The Wintertime] - Syd

Barrett