It must be the blues
I
got the the blues coz I'm all alone
my baby's gone and left me and I've lost my home
my daddy's out of work and it's such a shame
I've just been picked up by the cops again
it must be the blues, what else can it be?
and what's this old world trying to do to me?
I don't know, I don't know
I'm
looking at the ground coz I daren't look up
I'm trying to tell myself that it's just bad luck
I'm getting depressed and my money's running out
I wanna get up I wanna jump and shout
it must be the blues, what else can it be?
and what's this old world trying to do to me?
I don't know, I don't know
My boss he's saying you gotta work like a slave
it's the only way that you're gonna be saved
then they give my job to some mechanical mole
and scream that I'm lazy as they put me on the dole
it must be the blues, what else can it be?
and what's this old world trying to do to me?
I don't know, I don't know
I
don't want these blues, the blues is bad news
come on now people put on your marching shoes
the blues makes me mad, makes me feel so sad
sometimes I get the feeling that I've been had
well it must be the blues, what else can it be?
and what's this old world trying to do to me?
it must be the blues ..... what else can it be?