Guitar and vocals: Jen Maurer
Fiddle: Caleb Powers
Bass: Matthew DeRupertis
Drums: Holbrook Riles III
Percussion: Wes McCraw
Lyrics
worry keeps a-worryin’ my brain
my mouth keeps a-mouthin’ your name
my feet keep poundin' the city streets
my heart keeps soundin' pity poor me
won't you come back home, say you'll come back home
so these wearied blues can be gone
when i first me you i was not free
to love you how you ought to be
but as time went on i cleared the way
to love you to my dyin’ day
tell me am i too late, say I ain't too late
these wearied blues sure making me ache
one two three seconds out of time
have they added up and left me behind
nothing in the world we couldn’t become
with the taste of love sweet on the tongue
did you feel it too, i thought you felt it too
now these wearied blues sure making me blue
help me to keep breathin’ in
breathin’ out over again
i’m a-free falling through the sky
fadin' all the while
will you catch my fall say you'll catch my fall
got the wearied blues through it all
now worry keeps a-worryin’ my brain
my mouth keeps a-mouthin’ your name
my feet keep poundin' the city streets
my heart keeps sounding pity poor me
won't you come back home, say you'll come back home
so these worried blues can be gone