Blues DeLuxe

I don't know too much about love, poeple,But I sure think I've got it bad.I don't know too much about love, people,But I sure think I've got it bad.Some people say love is just a gamble.But whatever it is, it's about to drive poor me mad.I sit here in my lonely room,Tears flowing down my eyes.As I sit here in my lonely room,Tears flowing on down my eyes,I wonder how you could treat me so low-down and dirty.You know what? Your heart must be made out of iron,And it ain't no lie.Sometimes, I get so worried, people,I could just sit right down and cry.Sometimes, I get so worried, people,You know I could sit right down and cry.Because I don't know too much about love, people,But I sure think I've got it bad.