I hate Christmas, particularly putting up all the decorations. So, saying that here is the not so weekly blues lyrics for this holiday. I imagine my wife will be singing this song soon.
Christmas Man Blues
Bertha Hill recorded this song in the early 1930s with Tampa Red and Georgia Tom accompanying her. It's from the Blues Classics LP #26, "When Women Sang The Blues".
Won't somebody have mercy on poor me?
Won't somebody have mercy on poor me?
I ain't got nobody to trim my Christmas tree
Santa Claus is comin', my stockings hangin' on the wall
Santa Claus is comin', my stockings hangin' on the wall
If you can't bring me a man, don't bring nothing at all
Santa oh Santa, bring me a full-grown man
Santa oh Santa, bring me a full-grown man
If you ain't got a good one, Santa do the best you can
You find me weepin', everybody hear the news
You find me weepin', everybody hear the news
Bring me a man to cure these Christmas blues
Everything is fine
Why do you ask?
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