Seem To Have The Blues All The Time Songtext / Lyric

The landlord's knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent

I'm sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money's spent

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

I seem to have the blues most all the time



I'm lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemes

The cops are using radar trying to intercept my dreams

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

I seem to have the blues most all the time






I went to get a job 'cos I badly needed the pay

I got a warm reception: they said 'Bum! Go away!'

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

I seem to have the blues most all the time



Well I owed a lot of money; I was weak and easily led

I tried to rob a bank: the cashier shot me dead

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

But it don't matter now, 'cos I got peace of mind

Nothing matters now 'cos I got peace of mind.