Testo di 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