I step out in the hallway
with a headache so thick
I crack a pale ale
and that does the trick
I look down by my shoes, I see some leather boots
And In my bed lies a man
who’s got the Blues
What i have found
I’m like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you
He says he’s free as the wind
but poisoned and possessed
By the way I work my strings and
how my hair is a mess
I sneak down in his boots, I head off to the bedroom
And we will play, all night and day
We’ll make a blues