Singin' the Blues is just another way
of cryin' for your mama
another way of pretendin' it ain't true,
like layin' back and pluckin'
on some old guitar and suckin'
on a bottle of booze
or smokin' a joint or two.

When the road of life gets bumpy
and you get to feelin' sad and grumpy
losers always know just what to do;
get that old guitar a'whinin'
while you sing a song bout death or dyin'
or maybe how some lover jilted you.

I've had some of the very best,
then I've suffered through the rest,
and, Brother, bad ain't nearly as good
No, the world ain't always fair
and each day's another dare
to see if you done everthing you could.
You can wail and moan and holler
how you're down to your last dollar
and tell how life for you is just bad news,
but winners stand up and square their shoulders
and walk that line a little bolder,
cause mister, only babies sing the Blues!