I might get to thinkin'
That I might could quit drinkin'
But then what else is there to do

And it's this contemplation
That spurs conversation
With the ceilin' that I've been talkin' to

If I keep my hands workin'
It holds off the hurtin'
For the work is all but true

But when the days at a close
And I'm all alone
You can guess where my mind wanders to

And it's a feelin' I have known
Since before I was grown
I'm howlin', corraling the blues

And it's a feelin' I have known
Since before I was grown
I'm howlin', corraling the blues

I'm howlin', corraling the blues