If I Don’t Sing the Blues (Some Mean Old Blues)
Well, the man on the sax
He’ll
crack up, paint it black,
If
I don’t sing the blues (2)
And
the man on the skins
Why,
he’ll rub it in
If
I don’t sing the blues (2)
Some
mean old blues
And
the man at the keys
He’ll
look daggers at me;
And
the man on guitar
He’ll
feel below par;
And
the man on the bass
He’ll
go tripping his face
If
I don’t sing the blues,
Some
mean old blues…
G.
F. Phillips
