Corralling the Blues

I might get to thinkin'

That I might could quit drinkin'

But then what else is there to do?

And it's this contemplation

That spurs conversation

With the ceiling that I been talkin' to

If I keep my hands workin'

It holds off the hurtin'

Till the work is all but through

But when the day's at a close

And I'm all alone

You can guess where my mind wanders to

And it's a feelin' I've known

Since before I was grown

I'm howlin', corralling the blues

It's a feelin' I've known

Since before I was grown

I'm howlin', corralling the blues

I'm howlin', corralling the blues