Ask Me Nothin' 'Bout The Blues

Ask me who was the first man

To make a fire in the night

I don't know

Oh Lord I don't know

Ask me who thought of using

A candle for a light

I don't know

Oh Lord I don't know

But ask me how does a man feel

When he's got the blues

And I'd say

Misused abused down-hearted and blue

Know the reason I know this

Is cause the blues is all I was left with

Ask me why does a man

Have to reach beyond his need

I don't know

Lord have mercy I don't know

And ask me why does a tree

Have to shed its leaves

I don't know

Lord have mercy I don't know

Ask me how does a man feel

When he's got the blues

And I'd say

Misused abused down-hearted and blue

Know the reason I know this

Is cause the blues is all I was left with

Oh I could tell you how it feels

When you got a dirty deal

I could even tell you how it hurts

When you been stepped on

And treated just like dirt

Ask me why do all good things

Have to come to an end

I don't know

Lord have mercy I don't know

You see

Ask me nothin but about the blues

The blues is all that I was left with

Oh I could tell you how it feels

When you got a dirty deal

Tell you how it hurts

When you been stepped on and stepped on

And stepped on and treated just like dirt

Ask me nothin but about the blues

The blues is all that I was left with