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 feelYou 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