Trouble in mind, I'm bluenbut I won't be blue alwaysnbecause the sun's gonna shinenin my back door someday.nGoing to lay my headndown some railroad tracknwhen the train comes along,nI'm gonna to snatch it back.nMy girl, she quit menthen it surely was my mindngot me worried and bluenall the time.nnIf drinking whiskeynwould bring my baby night(?)nI'd go to townntry to drink it dry.nMy best girl, she quit mendidn't even shake my handnwell, that's alrightnsomeday you'll understand.nnThe sun's going to shinenin your back door somedaynand you will seenhow you treated me.nthe sun's going to shinenin your back door somedaynand you will see.