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 hell
Oh 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
