Blues flew on the mountain, but they didn't stay long.
Blues flew on the mountain, but they didn't stay long.
You can tell by the song I'm singing, I didn't treat it wrong.

My baby left me, didn't say goodbye.
My baby left me, didn't say goodbye.
I asked the nesting blackbird, to tell me the reason why.

If I was a blackbird, I'd pack my troubles on my back.
If I was a blackbird, I'd pack my troubles on my back.
I would leave this world, and I never would look back.

Lordy, send me somebody, don't want nobody but me.
Lordy, send me somebody, don't want nobody but me.
Because these blackbird blues, Lord it sure burned me.