make my living feeling rotten, but I feel good when I play blues
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?
Some folks say you can't sing blues, when you're feeling good
I'm just feeling lousy, I 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
Yeah, woo
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