You’ve got to dig everything and then get your own ideas. Too much digging and not enough doing will set you spinning.

Look over yonder, here come the blues,
The thirteenth of anytime, just like a fool.
A double-breasted green-and-red polka dot coat,
Playin' the violin,
Hittin' wrong notes.

Wow! Look over yonder, he's coming my way,
When he's around, I never have a happy day.
He give me bad luck by rubbin' his ring,
See that? I just broke a guitar string.

Look over yonder, he's smiling at my babe,
Now she says, she's gonna leave me here today.
I don't need bad luck like him hangin' around,
He's knockin' at my door, now my house is burning down.
(Crackle, crackle…pop, pop.)

Look over yonder, this is the end,
He just now said he wants to be my friend.
When he's around, I can't do nothing right,
He's got me wearing shades in the middle of the night.
Look over yonder, yeah.
Look over yonder, baby.
Got to get away, get away from here.
Oh! Look over yonder, yeah.
(Where's my shotgun so I can blow this fool away? Get away, brother!)
Look over yonder, baby…

Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel