Since I'm in a reminiscing mood today:

Years ago (8), I used to sing this song to my sweet and terribly stupid dog, Mr. Freckles.  Now, I sing it to sweet Baby Hatch.  I hate to downplay how much Mr. Freckles loved this song, but I'm going to venture to say the Baby likes it better than the dog did.  But of course he does; he's now my littlest bird. Enjoy!  (This song brought to you by Tuesday.  And by YouTube.)

Well, I feel like an old hobo

I'm sad lonesome and blue

I was fair as a summer day

Now the summer days are through
You pass through places

And places pass through you

But you carry 'em with you

On the souls of your travelin' shoes.

Well, I love you so dearly,

I love you so clearly

I wake you up in the mornin' so early

Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues

I got the wanderin' blues

And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways

One of these days soon

 and I'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

 

Well, it's times like these, I feel so small and wild

Like the ramblin' footsteps of a wanderin' child

And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill

Singin' these blues with a warble and a trill
But I'm not too blue to fly

No, I'm not too blue to fly 'cause

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

 

Well, I love you so dearly, I love you so fearlessly

I wake you up in the mornin' so early

Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues

I got the wanderin' blues
And I don't wanna leave you

I love you through and through

Oh, I left my baby on a pretty blue train

And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain

And I had the wanderin' blues

And I sang those wanderin' blues
And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways

One of these days soon

and I'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

 

I don't care if the sun don't shine

I don't care if nothin' is mine

I don't care if I'm nervous with you

I'll do my lovin' in the wintertime.