Classic Poem

I been drifting and
rolling along
the road

Looking
for my room and board

Like a log I've
been jammed on
the bank
So hungry
I've grew lean and lank

Get me a pick and
shovel, dig down
in the ground
Gonna keep on
digging till the blues come down

Mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm
Mmmmmm mmmmmm
Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

I've got the blues
for my sweet man
in jail
Now and the judge
won't let me go his bail

I've been rolling and
drifting from shore
to shore

Gonna fix it
so I won't have to drift no more

Mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm
Mmmmmm mmmmmm
Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm