Lyrics

The Blues Ain?t Through with You


You say you?re sick of the blues
Sister let me ask you this
Are you bored with the chord progression?
Or sick of digging out of your depression?

Longing and regret
Haven?t let go of you yet
Looking in your eyes I?ll bet
You?ll be finished with the blues
When the blues are through with you
The blues ain?t through with you

You say the guitar players
All have the name of King
And they all be wearing
Too damn many little pinkie rings

The blues is a mighty river
You are just a little stream
You think you?re finished with the blues
Enjoy your little dream
The blues ain?t through with you

Drifting down the river
Deep among the cliffs
Your mind is flowing like whiskey
Tumblin down the riffs
If you find yourself in this condition
Half a mile from perdition
You may turn back to the blues
The blues ain?t through with you

Longing and regret
Haven?t let go of you yet
Looking in your eyes I?ll bet
You?ll be finished with the blues
When the blues are through with you
The blues ain?t through with you