The Microphones
Dem Hard Blues
I woke up this morning
I don't got a shirt
(Tattoos)
I don't got no pants
‘Cause they caught on fire
(Sing it brother)
I woke up this morning
I was lying in my bed
(Oh yeah)
My face is on fire
And I got the blues, yeah
My face is on fire
I got the blues, yeah
I got the blues
Yeah
Down by the river, I knew this old man
He got a stump where there used to be a hand
He got lotsa’ diseases from sleeping with whores
If he don't quit it, he's catching some more
That boy got the blues
He got them hard blues
Don't know what to do
My feet is on fire
I got a feed
The chickens are after me
I got the blues
My woman just left me
Alone in the swamp
Got bit by some gators
Got the blues, yeah
My face is on fire
I got the blues, yeah
The blues
The blues is in all of us
Let me tell ya’
We got the blues in the air we breathe
And the birds that are flyin' in the sky
And the fish swimmin' in the sea
The blues
The blues is a part of all of us
Let me tell ya’
(Don't tell me)
I've been playin' the blues since 1942
In the back of a juke joint
In the back of Mississippi
In the Biloxi
The blues, it's in all of us