When my baby moved out and the blues moved in
There wasn't nothin' I could do
But mosey around with my head in my hands
Yelling, â€śWhat am I comin' to?â€ť
And I just keep moanin', moanin' the blues
Well, I wrote a nice long letter sayin', "Mama, please come home"
Your daddy is lonesome and all I do is moan