Ever since we met
the world's been upside-down
and if you don't stop troublin' me
you'll drive me out of town

But if you go away
as trouble ought to do
where will I find another soul
to tell my trouble to?

My bed is made of stone
a star has burnt my eye
I'm goin' down to the willow tree
and teach her how to cry

But if you go away
as trouble ought to do
where will I find another soul
to tell my trouble to?

They bid me wear my hat
put on a nice new gown
I tossed my bonnet over the roof
and I guess it won't come down

But if you go away
as trouble ought to do
where will I find another soul
to tell my trouble to?