My mother and father were great people Oh what a beautiful memory of them My father used to sing a sweet love song Mother would sing that soul for him I guess I'm just a man with a different mood Ah Lord, oh I can't hear nothing but the blues A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees I know I can't dig the sweet melody I'm so blue and all alone I wonder what in the hell is wrong with me? I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Ah Lord, oh I can't hear nothing but the blues Mister bartender I want you play the jukebox for me I say, I want you to take my last dime And put it on B.B. Ray or me I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Ah Lord, oh I can't hear nothing but the blues
My mother and father were great people Oh what a beautiful memory of them My father used to sing a sweet love song Mother would sing that soul for him I guess I'm just a man with a different mood Ah Lord, oh I can't hear nothing but the blues A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees I know I can't dig the sweet melody I'm so blue and all alone I wonder what in the hell is wrong with me? I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Ah Lord, oh I can't hear nothing but the blues Mister bartender I want you play the jukebox for me I say, I want you to take my last dime And put it on B.B. Ray or me I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Ah Lord, oh I can't hear nothing but the blues