(Capo 1st fret)
                       B2                                                                     (B2)
           Well, I feel like an old hobo - I'm sad, lonesome and blue

                   B2      E            B2                   F#
                     I was fair as a summer's day now the summer days are through
                     You pass through places and places pass through you
                     But you carry them with you on the soles of your travelling shoes
                                                                                                                                 B2 E B2 F# (x2)

                     Well, I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
                     I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you
                     I got the wandering blues, I got the wandering blues
                     And I'm going to quit these rambling ways one of these days soon
                     And I sing

                                      B2     E        B2                                  F#
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

                     Well, it's times like these I feel so small
                     And wild like the rambling footsteps of a wandering child
                     And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
                     Singing 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
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

                     But I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
                     I wake you up in the morning so early just to tell you
                     I've got the wandering blues, I've got the wandering blues
                     And I don't want to leave you, I love you through and through

                     Well, I left my baby on a pretty blue train
                     And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain
                     And I had the wandering blues, and I sang those wandering blues
                     And I'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these days soon
                     And I sing

                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
                                        And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

                     Well, I don't care if the sun don't shine
                     And I don't care if nothing is mine
                     And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
                     I'll do my loving in the wintertime...