I wake up with my head and hand I wish I was another man 'Cause I almost fed up with the blues
I think about the kitchen sink Then I just shudder to think 'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues
If it don't let up, gonna get up And get my life set up 'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues Have some coffee, 'fore I call it quits Might even put jam on my biscuit 'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues
There's a woman, a can, and an bank note due But I'm gonna leave that up to you 'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues
If I get up they'll knock me down again But what are you gonna do, my friend When I'm almost fed up with the Blues
If it don't kill me, it thrills me But somebody always bills me And I'm almost fed up with the Blues It's a gut check, a train wreck With all of the usual suspects And I'm almost fed up with the Blues
If these blues don't stop hurtin' me Its curtains for my misery 'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues Might get a job, or join a club 'Cause buddy I've whittled it down to the nub And 'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues
If it don't kill me, it thrills me But somebody always bills me And I'm almost fed up with the Blues It's a gut check, a train wreck With all of the usual suspects And I'm almost fed up with the BluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
