Don't Tell Me About The Blues

Yeah, you're a down and dirty blues man

Look-a-here

You play blues on blue guitar

According to the news man

As far as blues goes you a star

I'll admit you gettin' down there

But I'm down much deeper then you are

Yeah, you sing those songs of sorrow

But to me you just don't sound real

You say you're down enough to borrow

I must be down enough to steal

Now the blues ain't what you're singin'

The blues is what I feel

You tell me your love light is dimmin'

And how your old lady cheats

You go backstage with all the women

While I go back out on the street

Well, you know that you're a winnner

And you tell me you were born to lose

But please, please, please, don't tell me about the

blues

You tell it like you're barefoot

And you're wearin' those hondred dollar shoes

Yeah, you can shuck and jive me all you wanna

But please, please don't tell me about the blues

Yeah, you tell me you a poor man

While you flashin' those ruby rings

But on a million dollar tour

Man, you can flash more than a goddamn thing

But it's me who's payin' my dues

So please, man, don't tell me about the blues