But I feel good when I play blues
Man, I make my living feeling rotten
But I feel good when I play blues
In this world of contradictions
What can a poor boy do?
Some folks say you can't sing blues
When you're feeling good
I guess when things are lousy
I ought to knock on wood
I make my living feeling rotten
But I feel good when I play blues
In this world of contradictions
Man, what can a poor boy do?
I guess the worst things get
The better they must be
This mixed up way of thinking
Man, is killing me
I make my living feeling rotten
But I feel good when I play blues, yes, I do
In this world of contradictions
What can a poor boy do? Yeah, what can I do? Oh
Well, if I feel a little bit better
I'll probably go broke
It' enough to give a man the blues
And man, that ain't no joke
I make my living feeling rotten
I feel good when I play blues
Well, in this world of contradictions
What can a poor boy do?
I make my living feeling rotten But I feel good when I play blues Man, I make my living feeling rotten But I feel good when I play blues In this world of contradictions What can a poor boy do? Some folks say you can't sing blues When you're feeling good I guess when things are lousy I ought to knock on wood I make my living feeling rotten But I feel good when I play blues In this world of contradictions Man, what can a poor boy do? I guess the worst things get The better they must be This mixed up way of thinking Man, is killing me I make my living feeling rotten But I feel good when I play blues, yes, I do In this world of contradictions What can a poor boy do? Yeah, what can I do? Oh Well, if I feel a little bit better I'll probably go broke It' enough to give a man the blues And man, that ain't no joke I make my living feeling rotten I feel good when I play blues Well, in this world of contradictions What can a poor boy do? Explain Request ×
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