A Mess of Blues Elvis Presley I just got your letter, baby. Too bad you can’t come home. I swear I’m goin’ crazy, sittin’ here all alone. Since you’re go.o.ne..I got a mess of blues. #2. I ain’t slept a wink since Sunday. I can’t eat a thing all day. Every day is just blue Monday, since you’ve been away. Since you’re go.o.ne..I got a mess of blues. CHORUS: Whoops, there goes a teardrop, rollin’ down my face. If you cry, when you’re in love, it (guitaretab.com)