© Steve Wells 2002
Mr Handy wrote the blues, Mr. Handy told me so.
He told me this himself, so don't say it isn't so...
Now I don't have to worry about the blues no more,
Now I don't have to worry about the blues no more.
Mr. Handy wrote the blues, Mr. Crump will tell you more.
The blues ain't from the delta, 'cos the delta has no score.
I can't be playing blues, with a bottle on my pink.
No flatting of the seventh, and sterno to drink,
Now I don't have to worry about the blues no more,
Now I don't have to worry about the blues no more.
If I had possession, over judgement day,
I would judge and I'd judge, in my very own way.
I would judge Mr. Handy, as a very nice man.
But the blues is the blues - don't belong to one man.
I believe in the power of the word
But I also believe in all those songs I heard...
And, I don't have to worry about the blues no more,
No, I don't have to worry about the blues no more.