Countin' the Blues lyrics

Layin' in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wall

Layin' in bed this mornin' with my face turned to the wall

Trying to count these blues so I could sing 'em all

Memphis, Ramport, Beale Street set 'em, free

Memphis, Ramport, Beale Street set 'em, free

Graveyard, 'Bama Bound, Lord, Lord, come from Stingaree

Lord sittin' on the Southern gonna ride all night long

Lord sittin' on the Southern gonna ride all night long

Downhearted, Gulf Coast--they was all good songs

Lord, 'rested at midnight; jailhouse made me lose my mind

Lord, 'rested at midnight; jailhouse made me lose my mind

Bad Luck 'n' Boll-Weevil made me think of old Moonshine

Lord, goin' to sleep now for mama just got bad news

Lord, goin' to sleep now for mama just got bad news

To try to dream away my troubles, countin' these blues