I was born in Mississippi
At a place I did not choose
The doctor pulled me from my mama
Said "Son welcome to the blues"
Was 18 when I come to Chicago
In a brown suit and worn out shoes
Little Walter handed me a harmonica
And said "This'll help if you got the blues"
Had a woman, she up and left me
I said "Mr. Williams what should I do"
Big Joe said "Well I know that woman
And Charlie you better off with the blues"
Now when I 'm done breathing
I may not get to heaven but if I do
Gonna tell all them saints walking round
I was born and died with the blues