Blue Mood Blues

I find I'm in a blue mood, reached down for my pen Yeah, I find I'm in a blue mood, reached down for my pen Tried to write some real blues, but nothin’ would come again I stared out my window at the cold gray rain Lord, I stared out my window at the cold gray rain Every word I came up with sounded tired and plain Well, I got me a heartbreak, got unpaid bills too Yeah, a busted old heart and overdue bills too Still my songs sound cheerful no matter what I do I borrowed lines from legends, tried to bend every note Yeah, I stole from the masters till my poor throat broke But my blues fell flatter than a preacher’s Sunday joke My woman said, “Baby, you ain’t sufferin’ enough” Yeah, she laughed, “Sweet darlin’, your life ain’t that rough” Then she walked out smilin’ while I acted all tough Now I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ what a bluesman should say Yeah, I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ how the greats found their way ‘Cause the harder I try, the worse these blues songs play I find I'm in a blue mood, still searchin’ for the sound Yeah, I find I'm in a blue mood, still searchin’ for the sound Guess my blues about bad blues is the only blues I found.