You Can't Play the Blues (In an Air-Conditioned Room)

All my life I had to struggle, paid some heavy dues

Squeakin' out a livin' playin' these here blues

Then one day my music made me a millionaire

I bought a big old mansion with central heat and air

Now I got more money than I know how to use

Got everything a man could want but I ain't got the blues

Success for me can only lead to my impendin' doom

'Cause you can't play the blues in an air conditioned room, y'all

Now I was doin' better with a smaller piece of pie

With all my fame and fortune, I can't identify

I lost the inspiration that came natural at the start

I'll have to hire a mean old woman just to break my heart

Now my life's too easy, I think I'm gettin' soft

I used to play the blues all day but now I just play golf

Now all my fame has rearranged my life and changed my tune

'Cause you can't play the blues in an air conditioned room

Now you might think I'm crazy and you might think I'm strange

But first thing in the mornin', I'm gonna make a change

I'll throw away my money, I'll move back to the shack

I'll do whatever I gotta do to get the feelin' back

I know I'll be feelin' better with nothin' left to lose

'Cause when times were bad, the less

I had, the better I played the blues

I'll buy myself some tourgate wine and howl up at the moon

'Cause you can't play the blues in an air conditioned room

If I should die tomorrow, you can write it on my tomb

Say, "Couldn't play the blues in an air conditioned room, y'all"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, y'all