It's The Blues

Song's about a trip that me and George

Smith took to Oakland, California

They said, "Fellas, when you get up

There we're gonna have everything for you

Have your rooms, everything you need

All you gotta do is just get up there."

When we got up there, they found out that

There was sleepin' three guys to one room

Had to put me on the box spring, George on the

Mattress, Bill Clark was over by the heater

We weren't alone in there either

George had to beat the mattress and the

Box springs with a, haha, with that stick

Get all the fleas out of there

We didn't get much sleep but we got this song called "It's The Blues"

Hah, yes!

I like that

Travelin' down this old highway

I'm tryin' to stay alive

I don't know where I'm sleepin'

Or if my money be dry

Old George, he's smokin' bell meds

He tellin' me all about his life

There's been a whole lot of things wrong

He just talk about what's right

Oh, it's the blues

Yeah, it's the blues

Yes, Lord, it's the blues

I see the stage is lit

The band is doin' their thing

I pop a note on my guitar

I'm makin' ready for the king

Old George, he play harmonica

I see the women on their knees

But when this night is over

It's me and George and the fleas

Yeah, that's the blues

Ah, it's the blues

Yes, Lord, it's the blues

Now when the road get rough

It can play on your mind

I have a few beers with George

We talk and pass some time

Old George, he's like a teacher

He got his master's in dues

He say you just keep on steppin'

'Cause you can sure play some blues

Yes, it's the blues

Ah, it's the blues

It's the blues

Hey, George?

Yes, Dub?

You feel like playin' somethin'?

I feel like blowin' you some blues

We'd sure like to hear some

Alright, here we go

Go ahead

I'm gonna make this one long

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