Ella Fitzgerald & Chick Webb and His Orchestra
when i get low i get high
My fur-coat's sold, oh, Lord ain't it cold
But I'm not gonna holler 'cause I've still got a dollar
And when I get low, oh, I get high
My man walked out, now you know that ainât right
Well, he better watch out if I meet him tonight
I said when I get low, oh, I get high
All this hard luck in this town
Has found me
Nobody knows how troubles
All drown around me, oh
Iâm all alone with no one to pet me
My old rocking chair ainât never gonna get me
âCause when I get low, oh, I get high
When I get low, oh, I get high