Текст Albert King – I Can’t Hear Nothing But The Blues

My mother and father were great people
Oh what a beautiful memory of them
My father used to sing a sweet love song
Mother would sing that soul for him

I guess I’m just a man with a different mood
Ah Lord, oh I can’t hear nothing but the blues

A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees
I know I can’t dig the sweet melody
I’m so blue and all alone
I wonder what in the hell is wrong with me?

I guess I’m just a guy with a different mood
Ah Lord, oh I can’t hear nothing but the blues

Mister bartender
I want you play the jukebox for me
I say, I want you to take my last dime
And put it on B.B. Ray or me

I guess I’m just a guy with a different mood
Ah Lord, oh I can’t hear nothing but the blues