The Blues Is a Game

Does it make you feel good as you get on the stage? Say you're singing the blues, so you'd better behave But it isn't your truth, you've no right to the name It's all whiskey and cigarettes in your eyes Honey, I've been marching most all of my life And you sit and make jokes about men in white cloaks Then whip up a twelve bar refrain When you woke up this morning What went through your mind? When you woke up this morning Did you fear for your life? Just candidly explain my existence away 'Cause the blues is a game So, you pack up your notebook And you tune your guitar And you never once worried If you'd make it this far But you're ready to play So you shout your cliches 'Cause the blues is a game You ain't got the blues, you're just a sad, sad man You ain't got the blues, you're just a sad, sad man You ain't got the blues, you're just a sad, sad man You ain't got the blues, you're just a sad, sad, sad man You ain't got the blues, you're just a sad, sad man You ain't got the blues, you're just a sad, sad man You ain't got the blues, you're just a sad, sad man You ain't got the blues Ain't got the blues Ain't got the blues But you're ready to play, so you spout your cliches 'Cause the blues is a game I'm a good, good woman With a good, good heart I'm a good, good woman But you make it so hard 'Cause I've got something to say And it burns like a flame But the blues is a game When you woke up this morning With the world on your side Tell me, did you read the news boy Before you sat down to write Digging deep for that pain But it don't hit the same 'Cause the blues is a game