A tree grows in my back yard
It only grows at night
Its branches theyre all twisted
Its leaves are afraid of light

They say the blues is just a bad dream
They say it lives upside your head
But when its lonely in the morning
Youre bound to wish that you was lying dead

Theres winds out on the ocean
Theyre blowing just as they choose
But then winds aint got no emotion, baby
And they dont know the blues

They say the blues is just a bad dream
They say it lives upside your head
But when its lonely, lonely in the morning
Youre bound to wish that you was lying dead

My mind is rambling and rambling
Just like some rolling stone, no
Since that nightmares come to stay with me, baby
My thoughts just dont belong

They say the blues is just a bad dream
They say it lives upside your head
But when they visit you around midnight
Youre bound to wish that you were lying dead