Ask me who was the first man
to make a light burn so bright, I don't know, oh
Lord, I don't know.
An d ask me who thought of using a candle for a light,
I don't know, oh
Lord, I don't know
But ask me how does a man feel when he's got the blues,
and I'd say misused, abused, downhearted
and blue
And oh, the reason I know this, cause the
blues is all I was left with.
And ask me, why does a man
have to reach beyond his needs?
I don't know.
Oh,
Lord, I don't know.
An d ask me why does a tree have
to shed its leaves, I don't know.
Lord have mercy, I don't know.
But ask me how does a man feel
when he's got the blues
And I'd say, messed you to bulls,
downhearted and blue
And oh, the reason I know this,
cause the blues is all I was left with
Oh, I could tell you how it feels
when you've got a dirty deal
I could even tell you how it hurts
when you've been stepped on
And treat it just like dirt
But ask me why
Do all good things
Have to
Come to an end
I don't know
Lord have mercy
I don't know
You see
Ask me about nothing
But the blues, the blues, is all I was left with,
oh, the blues, is all I was left with,
Nothing the blues
Nothing but the blues
Nothing but the