Arkansas Writer: Buffalo River Blues

My baby don’t like the blues so she gives them to me.

I go down to Buffalo River, sing away my misery.

She won’t fix me grits and fried taters too.

No, she won’t fix me grits and fried taters too.

She says, “If that’s what you want then I ant the one for you.”

My baby don’t like the blues so she gives them to me.

I go down to Buffalo River sing away my misery.

I bought her a Chrysler and a Cadillac.

But she wanted a Lincoln just to sit out in the back.

My baby don’t like the blues so she gives them to me.

I go down to Buffalo River sing away my misery.

Baby I sure like your long silky hair.

I said, “Baby I sure like your long silky hair.”

She came home next day. Had it all cut off of there.

My baby don’t like the blues so she gives them to me.

I go down to Buffalo River sing away my misery.

Arkansas Writer