I Can't Hear Nothing But the Blues

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 a 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 BB, Ray or me

I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood

Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues