Seem To Have The Blues Most All The Time

(brooker / reid)*

The landlords knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent
Im sitting in the kitchen wondering where the moneys spent
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
I seem to have the blues most all the time

Im lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemes
The cops are using radar trying to intercept my dreams
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
I seem to have the blues most all the time

I went to get a job cos I badly needed the pay
I got a warm reception: they said bum! go away!
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
I seem to have the blues most all the time

Well I owed a lot of money; I was weak and easily led
I tried to rob a bank: the cashier shot me dead
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
But it dont matter now, cos I got peace of mind
Nothing matters now cos I got peace of mind.