Are you the cock lover I'm looking for?

I guess I'm married to the blues.

Married to the blues.

There's a picture by my bedside.

In a frame that's got a crack.

Of one of my old lovers.

Who ain't never coming back.

He swore he'd never leave me.

Then I saw him start to laugh.

Start to pack.

Oh, when you're married, married to the blues,

you don't get no bed at all.

All you get is a lonely cab ride to a bed that's always cold.

When you're married to the blues,

forget that honeymoon.

All you get is lukewarm loving.

That's always way too soon.

There's a letter in my pocket.

It's all torn, torn in three.

The only thing, only thing he left me, when he ran, ran away.

And when you're married to the blues,

it gets more lonely every day.