Song | World of Contradictions |
Artist | Johnny Winter |
Album | The Winter of '88 |
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作词 : Winter | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
Man, I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
In this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? | |
Some folks say you can't sing blues | |
When you're feeling good | |
I guess when things are lousy | |
I ought to knock on wood | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
In this world of contradictions | |
Man, what can a poor boy do? | |
I guess the worst things get | |
The better they must be | |
This mixed up way of thinking | |
Man, is killing me | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues, yes, | |
I doIn this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? | |
Yeah, what can | |
I do? OhWell, if | |
I feel a little bit better | |
I'll probably go broke | |
It' enough to give a man the blues | |
And man, that ain't no joke | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
Well, in this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? |
zuo ci : Winter | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
Man, I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
In this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? | |
Some folks say you can' t sing blues | |
When you' re feeling good | |
I guess when things are lousy | |
I ought to knock on wood | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
In this world of contradictions | |
Man, what can a poor boy do? | |
I guess the worst things get | |
The better they must be | |
This mixed up way of thinking | |
Man, is killing me | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues, yes, | |
I doIn this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? | |
Yeah, what can | |
I do? OhWell, if | |
I feel a little bit better | |
I' ll probably go broke | |
It' enough to give a man the blues | |
And man, that ain' t no joke | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
Well, in this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? |
zuò cí : Winter | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
Man, I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
In this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? | |
Some folks say you can' t sing blues | |
When you' re feeling good | |
I guess when things are lousy | |
I ought to knock on wood | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
In this world of contradictions | |
Man, what can a poor boy do? | |
I guess the worst things get | |
The better they must be | |
This mixed up way of thinking | |
Man, is killing me | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
But I feel good when | |
I play blues, yes, | |
I doIn this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? | |
Yeah, what can | |
I do? OhWell, if | |
I feel a little bit better | |
I' ll probably go broke | |
It' enough to give a man the blues | |
And man, that ain' t no joke | |
I make my living feeling rotten | |
I feel good when | |
I play blues | |
Well, in this world of contradictions | |
What can a poor boy do? |