I Can't Hear Nothing But the Blues

My mother and father 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 man with a different mood

Ah 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 so blue and all alone

I wonder what in the hell is wrong with me?

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

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

Mister bartender

I want you play the jukebox for me

I say, I want you to take my last dime

And put it on B.B. Ray or me

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

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