Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet, make it soft and low
When I'm broke and got no place else to go
I can't find them good-time friends of mine?
I can't find them good-time friends of mine?
Oh, when I had a dollar, they treated me jus' fine
But now I'm goin' where the water taste like wine.
Honey, I can't lay down 'cross your bed
No, no, I can't lay down 'cross your bed
No, you know I can't lay down-cross your pretty bed
'Cause my good gal she might just shoot me dead
So make me down a pallet
Make me down a pallet - Oh
Make me down - when I got no place to go
So make me down a pallet
Make me down a pallet - Oh
Make me down - when I got no place to go
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow;
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow;
When I get to Mussel Shoals, where chilly winds don't blow
Ain't no tellin' just how far down I'll go
Weary blues are everywhere I see
Weary blues, and they're everywhere I see
Weary blues, ah honey, everywhere I see
But no one's ever had the blues quite like me
So make me down a pallet
Make me down a pallet oh
Make me down when I got no place else to go
So make me down a pallet
Make me down a pallet oh
Make me down a pallet on your floor