JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET THE BLUES As recorded by Rev. Billy C. Wirtz on "A Turn for the Wirtz" Well, my baby won't quit me; the doctor says: "You're OK." People, how'm I s'posed to get the blues when ev'rything keeps goin' my way? Policeman pulled me over, and he said: "Hey, buddy—oh, it's my fault; please excuse." Yeah, good luck just keeps on followin' me, an', people, I just can't seem to get the blues. I got home not long ago; there was a note tacked on the door, Said: "I'm gone! But I'll be right back; just had to run down to the store." She got home ten minutes later, and I said: "Woman, where you been?" And then I said: "Baby, please don't go; you got to help me, girl." She said: "Just shut up and help me bring the groceries in." People, life can be frustratin' when you're just, just not born to lose. The gypsy woman gave me my money back and said: "Son, I just don't think you're gonna get the blues." I went down to the local juke joint; people, I was ready to jump and shout. Told the man: "We gonna pitch a wang-dang-doodle." He said: "What the hell are you talkin' about?" Walked up to a woman at a table. I said: "Look here; I'm a M-A-N, man!" She said: "No you're G-double-E-K, geek." I said: "Wait! No! Don't kick me out; you don't understand." Just like when John Lee's mama told his papa, mama told—, no, wait a minute, papa told ma—, even that part I get confused. Yeah, my mama had 'em and my daddy had em, And my sister had 'em and my brother had em, And my aunts had 'em and my uncles had 'em, And my gerbils had 'em and my goldfish had 'em, And even my four-hundred pound ex-wife Roberta used to get kinda mad when she'd want to play "The Great Love Goddess Meets Little Mister Squishy" and I'd say: "Roberta, you gotta get away before you hurt me anymore like that," and you can bet that Goliath looked down there at little David holdin' that rock in his hand and said: "You better put that rock away before they have to pull it out o' your a—." I'm sorry—and, people, I just can't seem to get the blues.
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