Hide behind your door, hide behind your door and cry,
Hide behind your door, hide behind your door and cry,
I've got troubles of my own to last me till the day I die.

If I touch your house, your troubles will come off on me,
If I touch your house, your troubles will come off on me,
I'm covered with the blues, till I can hardly see.

If I listen to your blues, they will become my own,
If I listen to your blues, they will become my own,
If you want to cry, baby, you better cry alone.

I can carry so much, and then I'm bound to fall,
I can carry so much, and then I'm bound to fall,
If I carry your blues, I might as well carry them all.

If you are sinking, baby, and you grab on me,
If you are sinking, baby, and you grab on me,
We both will end at the bottom of the deep blue sea.

There's blues enough, plenty to go around,
There's blues enough and plenty to go around,
I'm shaking loose of the blues, cause I don't aim to drown.