Mother would sing that soul for him
I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
And Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues
I'm blue and all alone
I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
I want you to play the jukebox for me
And put it on BB, Ray or me
I want you to take my last dime
A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees
I wonder what in a hell is wrong with me
I know I can't dig the sweet melody
My father used to sing a sweet love song
I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
Mister Bartender
Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues