Almost Fed Up With the Blues

I wake up with my head and hand

I wish I was another man

'Cause I almost fed up with the blues

I think about the kitchen sink

Then I just shudder to think

'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues

If it don't let up, gonna get up

And get my life set up

'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues

Have some coffee, 'fore I call it quits

Might even put jam on my biscuit

'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues

There's a woman, a can, and an bank note due

But I'm gonna leave that up to you

'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues

If I get up they'll knock me down again

But what are you gonna do, my friend

When I'm almost fed up with the Blues

If it don't kill me, it thrills me

But somebody always bills me

And I'm almost fed up with the Blues

It's a gut check, a train wreck

With all of the usual suspects

And I'm almost fed up with the Blues

If these blues don't stop hurtin' me

Its curtains for my misery

'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues

Might get a job, or join a club

'Cause buddy I've whittled it down to the nub

And 'Cause I'm almost fed up with the Blues

If it don't kill me, it thrills me

But somebody always bills me

And I'm almost fed up with the Blues

It's a gut check, a train wreck

With all of the usual suspects

And I'm almost fed up with the Blues