The f'ed up blues

I got the f'ed up blues
I got the f'ed up blues
Lord what can you do?
About the f-in' f'ed up blues

Well the beans have been baking
Upon the camels hump
Like a voodoo curse
In an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave

I got the f'ed up blues
I got the f'ed up blues
Lord what can you do?
About the f-in' f'ed up blues

I got the f'ed up blues
I got the f'ed up blues
Lord what can you do?
About the f-in f'ed up blues

I woke up on the futon
And my boots were on fire