by Lowell Mertz

Created on: April 05, 2007   Last Updated: May 17, 2007

You say you think you've got the blues?
That every time you win you lose?
Fat money never comes your way
and all you do is pay and pay.
Because your troubles come in two's
you got a right to have the blues?

You may be wrong you may be right.
Ain't nothing clear at all at night.
Sometimes no matter where you stand
hell, son you barely see your hand.
So wait for morning don't confuse
Your blurry vision for the blues.

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