My father and mother were great people
Oh, what a beautiful memory of them
My father used to sing a sweet love song
Mother would sing that soul for him
I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
And Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues
A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees
I know I can't dig the sweet melody
I'm blue and all alone
I wonder what in the hell is wrong with me?
I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues
Mister bartender
I want you to play the jukebox for me
I want you to take my last dime
And put it on B.B., Ray or me
I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues

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