Talk about blues
I got the meanest kind
Talk about blues baby

I got the meanest kind
I got those mecca flat blues
Can't get 'em off my mind


A mecca flat woman
Makes a good man feel bad (she'll make him cry)

A mecca flat woman
Makes a good man feel bad (she'll make him cry)
Give him cocaine and whiskey

But she'll never let him die

I'm gonna find

A mecca flat man today (oh baby)
I'm gonna find
A mecca flat man today

Because i've got the blues baby
And somebody's got to pay


What are we gonna do
When they burn the barrel house down (down, down, down)
What are we gonna do

When they burn the barrel house down
We'll move the jazz band outside
And barrel-house on the ground


Talk about blues
I got the meanest kind

Talk about blues
I got the meanest kind
I got those mecca flat blues

Can't get 'em off my mind