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It's just the blues
 

Forgive me, if I'm not myself,

Reception bad? Adjust the squelch,

Up the volume, clip the bass,

It's just the blues I've got in spades.
 

Please overlook my supine ways,

I can't get up, I'm way too frail,

Turn off the light, and close the shades,

It's just the blues I've got in spades.

 

I beg you'll take me as you find,

I'm feelin' low, I must confide,

I've been this way for days and days,

It's just the blues I've got in spades.

 

© Joseph G Dawson