Sitting down here in the morning
With no peace of mind and my soul hanging out on the table
When last night I'm impressing the ladies
And playing a short tune on the guitar If I'm able
Smoke rings fill the air But there's nobody to hear
What I'm saying this morning
Oh,
blues is coming my way I
just got back from a tour to Southland
I couldn't find any of the bands For my tour bus I got no label
What do you think I found on my return
But a young boy lying in the cradle
Smoke rings fill the air But there's nobody to hear
What I'm saying this morning Oh,
blues is coming my way
The ladies weave their magic on a traveler
boy Just to happen to be there for the taking
Everybody just love to stand around And
tell you about the great big mistake
That you may be making
Smoke rings fill the air
But there's nobody to hear What I'm saying this morning
Oh,
blues is coming my way
So I'm sitting down here in the morning
With the blues,
no peace of mind And my soul hanging out on the table
When last night I'm impressing the ladies
And playing a short tune on the guitar
If I'm able Smoke rings fill the air
But there's nobody to hear What I'm saying this morning
Oh,
blues is coming my way