These Blues Songtext
von Jerry David DeCicca

Gray skies overhead
Can′t seem to get out of bed
These blues
Got me by the short hairs
Oh no, here we go
Disappointment like weeds grow
These blues
Are taking over my yard
Tell me one town
That won't bum me out


In the world right now
That′s getting better not worse
Little buddy looking at me
Hissing in the rosemary
These blues
Seemed to've got you too
Is it time to shed your skin?
And toss it in the laundry bin
And start all over again
And try not to just slither away

Doctor, doctor, what's the cure
For all this bullshit we endure
These blues, oh oh, these blues
These blues, oh oh these blues