Take a little slow resentment An ounce of small regret Half a cup of wounded pride If it hurts inside, it has not faded yet Add a pinch of passion And a double shot of booze When your self respect is crashin' You can drink it up and you can cash in All the blues All the blues Ain't it funny how the sunnyside Will never reach my shadow in the shade Ain't it funny how the colors Seem the brightest just before they Start to fade If you say that ain't funny If you say you're not amused I'll say I ain't surprised My sense of humor is paralyzed By the blues By the blues How long I've got to wait I'm running late Somebody help me soon Get me out from under all It's a wonder I'm on this side of the tomb Oh but the preacher teaches patience In the ancient sense And it stretches out for years I can't stand to listen I can't see beyond this glistening of tears It's never nice to hear advice You know you'll never use The spirit might be willin' But the flesh is out there It's shillin' for the blues For the blues It's never nice to hear advice You know you'll never use The spirit might be willin' But the flesh is out there And it's shillin' for the blues Blues For the blues