Mr. Blues Lyrics - Ernest Tubb

When I come home at night 

I find him sitting there 

Looking at the paper 

In my favorite chair 

He's drinking up my coffee 

Wearing my house shoes 

He's the fellow they call Mr. Blues 

Since you went away 

He's been living here with me 

Wish that he'd go home 

Wherever that may be 

I don't mean to be unkind 

But he's got nothing I can use 

So won't you come on back, sweetheart 

And run off Mr. Blues 

Now when I go to bed 

Into my room he creeps 

Repeating all the gossip 

He's picked up on the street 

All through the night he tells me 

That things they say you do 

He knows that I still love you 

And I hate this kind of news 

But since you went away 

He's been living here with me 

Wish that he'd go home 

Wherever that may be 

I don't mean to be unkind 

But he's got nothing I can use 

So won't you come on back, sweetheart 

And run off Mr. Blues