Текст B.B. King – I Get So Weary

I get so weary every time the sun goes down
I get so weary in the evening when the sun goes down
I get so lonesome when my baby’s not around

When I go to bed at night, and the birds began to call

When I get up in the morning just before the break of day
Oh, I get up in the morning just before the break of day
Thinking about my baby
But I know she’s on her way