I am a master hunter I cured my skin, now nothing gets in Nothing not as hard as it tries I have some news You're not sad, you look for the blues You want a woman cause you want to be saved Well I'll tell you that I got a little lot on my plate Well if

Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare? ...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare? You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in the world somewhere You know, he's a travelin' horse, an' he's too black bad He's a travelin' pony, I declare,

Hep, two, three, four Marching along Love as much as I can Try and be strong Good for the time that's not too far Good while no jealousy and war Aim my sad eyes into the sun Think of all people just as one Oh, yeah, there's a love march going on here

Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Ooh can't get a job Ooh they gotta listen to the blues Help them to strive

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his

But it's funny how I'm still here, With the government and yesterday's news I've been here so long, through the sadness and the blues I've been here so long through the sadness and the blues I can't see no reason why I can't retain success I just need a

(Why?, why?, why?) Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues (Why?, why?) My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Oh, can't get a job

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his

Oh whata' groomy day in Newport'verything is sad, sad, sad Yes what a groomy day in Newport everything is sad, sad. You know it's a groomy day in Newport One awhile a time to have a hand What gonna happened to my music What gonna happened to the song Bis