The Singer at Bay Blues I didn’t read the paper Didn’t watch the news Didn’t wash the dog Didn’t put on shoes Didn’t call my kids Didn’t pay the dues Didn’t do my workout Because l read my damn reviews I read the damn reviews Lord, I know I had to do it But I’m sinking in the blues Sinking in these blues Maybe there’s a better way Not wallowing in despair Not obsessing that I’m gray The song is where I care The song's where I care The critics, they have sold me short And for sure I need the bread So let’s pull me back together And let’s get me out of bed More there must surely be Something to offend the bourgee A new song to be shared So let’s pull me back together And let’s get me out of bed More there must surely be More to offend the bourgee A new song to be shared
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