THE BLUES SINGERS LAMENT

Standin' on the corner,

And I count my dough.

And I just can't understand,

Why I can't make some more.

I played all night,

And I was freezin' in my shoes.

I did my best to make 'em listen,

But found out, that it was no use.

Sometimes I'm so worried,

Think it's best that I'll drop dead.


My home's in bad conditition,

And my wife lays sick in bed.

I think about the good times,

When them peoples goin' for the blues.

But the times done change so fast,

And my stuff won't have no use.

I'm cryin' Hey, hey, Mister,

Won't ya drop a lousy dime.

It's so hard to make it,

When it comes to starvin' times

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