THE BLUES AIN'T JUST A WORD

(A. De Rosa / Lyn Boyd)

Ain't no groceries in my kitchen,

ain't no bourbon in my cup,

there's nobody in my bed,

there is nothing looking up

It ain't fun being a stranger,

to the world right outside,

I've writing this sad story,

my whole entire life...

The blues sin't just a word,

it's music for your strife...

If it weren't for backstabbers,

I wouldn't have a single friend,

and those so called friends are hanging

with me until the end,

fat man's knocking at my door,

he says the rent is overdue,

I try and try to tell him,

it fell out the hole in my shoe...

The blues sin't just a word,

it's music for your strife...

I had stone soup for dinner,

for two nights in a row,

I had slew shreded dreams,

just feeling a bit low,

dunno what comes after this,

I'll have to wait and see,

panhandling in the street,

life ain't easy and damn it ain't free...

The blues sin't just a word,

it's music for your strife...