Blues So Bad (Live)

I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad
I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad

Sailed out of Yarmouth with a dreadnaught and a dime
Landed in Clarksdale with a prewar in my prime
I played all the way down they sure don't give a damn
Prayed all the way home just feeling like a lamb

I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad
I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad

Left my home with stars in my eyes
Fell down the coast in and out with the tides
Till I stood at the crossroads led there by a myth
Tried to break on through to the other side like this

I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad
I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad

A man did emerge with a long black beard
Took my guitar tunes it up, disappeared

I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad
I've got the blues, lord got the blues so bad

Now the women adore me, my side of the deal
But nature abhors me, a soul I can't conceal
I look back to the crossroads, lord knows I've been had
So I'm singing the blues, I've got the blues so bad



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Writer(s): Andrew Gillis
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