On the first day of the blues. My baby took all my keys. On day number two I had to sleep outside. 'Till I woke up on day number three. On the fourth day that I had the blues. My baby took me in. But only to take all the money I made. And kick me right out on the streets again. On the fifth day of the blues. My baby got her kicks. By messing around all over the town. Didn't come back 'till day number six. On the seenth day she rested. Just saving up all her strength. Only to take my brand new guitar. And smash it on day number eight. Day number nine I was feeling fine. But then came day number ten. When that woman returned and I had to learn. How dodge a rolling pin. Eleven wasn't heaven. Although she hides it well. Beneath that smile an evil child. Who took me down down into helloh well that's twelve. Twelve rotten apples. Eleven I ate. Ten hungry babies with an empty plate. Nine times I asked you. Eight times you lie. Seven times I caught you with another guy. You got six ugly sisters. Five selling crack. Four flat tires on my cadillac. Three years you kept me. Two be your slave. One dead flower you layed on my grave. Twelve days of the blues. All I do is lose