Blues in My Shoes

If you don't think I got the blues

I wish you coulda walked in my shoes

If you don't think I got the blues

I wish you coulda walked in my shoes

I've had the blues for so long,

I don't know just what to do

It started in September, nineteen hundred and fifty-four

It started in September, nineteen hundred and fifty-four

That's when the doctors told my mother

You've got yourself a Hoochie Coochie Boy!

I was only seventeen

I had a lotta love inside of me

I was only seventeen

I had a lotta love inside of me

But then I caught my girlfriend

Sneakin' around with my homies

I was born and raised on the west side

I kept a gun in my hand

I was born and raised on the west side

I kept my gun in my hand

Every friend I had

Was a hustler or a pusher man

I been to the county jail

And I served my time

I been to the county jail

I served my time

I didn't know what to do

When the judge gave me 3 to 9

If you don't think I got some blues

I wish you coulda walked in my shoes

If you don't think I got the blues

I wish you coulda walked in my shoes

I've had the blues for so long

I don't know just what to do