Down in Atlanta, GA
Under the viaduct every day,
Drinking corn and hollering hurrah,
Pianos playing till the break of day;
But as I turn my head,
I loudly said:
Preach them blues, sing them blues,
They certainly sound good to me.

I been in love for the last six months
And ain't done worrying yet.
Moan them blues, holler them blues,
Let me convert your soul.

'Cause just a little spirit of the blues tonight,
Let me tell you girls that your man ain't treating you right;
Let me tell you, I don't mean no wrong,
I will learn you something if you listen to this song;
I ain't here to try to save your soul,
Just want to teach you how to save your good jelly roll.

Going on down the line a little further now,
There's a many poor woman down;
Read on down to Chapter Nine:
Women must learn to take their time;
Read on down to Chapter Ten:
Taking other women's men, you are doing a sin.
Sing 'em, sing 'em, sing them blues,
Let me convert your soul.

Lord, one old sister, by the name of Sister Green
Jumped up and done a shimmy you ain't never seen.
Sing 'em, sing 'em, sing them blues,
Let me convert your soul.