Oh I got the blues this morning.
That old gloomy cloud hangs over my head.
Those blues they come without warning.
Always reminding me I'm not dead.
Oh I feel the storm a comin, it's cold chill is aching my bones.
If I only felt safe inside my own head.
I could live with feeling alone.
Sunny days are few and far between.
I can hear that voice calling me back home.
Man these blues are like a never ending dream.
Everything is gray, Just another day..
©budmac38
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