Well I'd already turned the lights out, almost
gone to sleep
When a little voice inside me asked, are you all
you thought you'd be?

This late night singing's just like dreaming,
More like talking to yourself
I don't find many answers, but the music seems to
help.

It's just a blue mood I'm in, comes every now and
then
It's the kind that softly knocks you down to your
knees
But it's gonna pass in time, in a day or two,
well, I'll be fine
Just tonight those blues got the last ol' laugh on
me.

I heard they got Suzanna's money, like they stole
Fred Neilson's mind
Well, I guess that reinforces music's all we've
got sometimes,
Life's mostly handshakes and divorces,
True blue friends that bend and sway
While the price of living honestly comes harder
every day.

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Yeah, I've been recovering from surgery, yea, they
took a piece of me,
Well, I've been cut much deeper, I always got back
on my feet,
But with the passing of John Henry, then the loss
of Stevie Ray;
I see the light of our own time get dimmer every
day.

Chorus