Well I'd already turned the lights out, almost gone to sleep
When a little voice inside me asked, are you all you thought you'd be?
This late night singing's just like dreaming,
More like talking to yourself
I don't find many answers, but the music seems to help.
It's just a blue mood I'm in, comes every now and then
It's the kind that softly knocks you down to your knees
But it's gonna pass in time, in a day or two, well, I'll be fine
Just tonight those blues got the last ol' laugh on me.
I heard they got Suzanna's money, like they stole Fred Neilson's mind
Well, I guess that reinforces music's all we've got sometimes,
Life's mostly handshakes and divorces,
True blue friends that bend and sway
While the price of living honestly comes harder every day.
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Yeah, I've been recovering from surgery, yea, they took a piece of me,
Well, I've been cut much deeper, I always got back on my feet,
But with the passing of John Henry, then the loss of Stevie Ray;
I see the light of our own time get dimmer every day.