Depression Blues

I'm gonna tell all you woman you better find yourself a man Yes telling all you woman you better find yourself a man Because depression is coming and you'll need a helping hand Now all your ponytails, tee-vee mommas too Yes you run around here braggin', what your old man can do You say he makes plenty money, and spends it on you But if he can step up he'll be on the sublime too Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues My poppa stole a chicken, my mama fried it hard The reason why she did that, he couldn't steal no lard Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues Depression blues, oh I hate depression blues I'm gonna tell, tell all you woman, you better find yourself a man I'm gonna tell all you woman, you better find yourself a man Because depression is coming, you'll be needing a helping hand