r0b’s Blues

Never went to the crossroads, and fell down on my knees,

I’ll never sell my soul, and that’s a guarantee,

I ain’t got no mule,  kickin’ in my stall

I ain’t superstitious, and it’s not my own fault,

I’m just another picker,  that gets a kick outta playin’ the blues

 

I ain’t a seventh son, not born on the seventh day,

Or on the seventh hour, and that’s what seven doctors’ll say,

I ain’t got a mojo, or a black cat bone,

Never walked on a killing floor, I’ll never dust my broom,

I’m just another picker, that gets a kick outta playin’ the blues

 

Don’t want to get rocked, like a wagon wheel

I really don’t think, I’d like the way that feels,

Don’t drink muddy water, I don’t sleep in a hollow log,

No ramblin’ on my mind, and the thrill will never be gone,

I’m just another picker, that gets a kick outta playin’ the blues

 

I’ve had some stormy Monday’s,  but Tuesday’s weren’t so bad,

Wednesday’s weren’t worse, and Thursday’s, not so bad,

Bad luck and trouble, man I’ve had my share,

But I never dealt with the devil, I prefer the Lord’s prayer,

I’m just another picker, that gets a kick outta playin’ the blues

 

So when you hear my blues, don’t take them too seriously

I’m pickin’ just for fun, just like the way it’s supposed to be,

It ain’t really devil’s music, it was the spark for rock & roll

Blues is a feeling, comes from deep down in your soul

I’m just another picker, that gets a kick outta playin’ ……..

I’m just another picker, that gets a kick outta playin’……….

I’m just another picker, that gets a kick outta playin’ the blues