The Blues Is Man, Part 1

The blues ain't got a time or a place
Just a lonely heart and a haunted face
It's a fever or pain you can't erase
`Cause the blues ain't got a time or a place

No the blues ain't got a time or a place
Just a lonely heart and a haunted face
It's been reeling around on its own private jag
Playing its painful game of tag

The blues its got the choked up tears
That folks ain't shed for a million years
It'll come it'll go, never leave a trace
Except my friend in your own sad face

So if your high up or low down
Can't speed up or slow down
It'll stay right with you, never miss a beat
`Cause the blues has worked both sides of the street

Swear down every muscle that burst in the sun
'Cause under the skin of everyone
It's fever or pain you can't erase
'Cause the blues ain't got a time or a place

'Cross mountains, oceans in the rain
Hidden out in dark places, where ever there's pain
On high golden slippers or harden bare feet
The blues is dance to every beat

It can change it's beat, it's tune, it's face
And when for to change it, changes the pace
Really got loose with a "what is the use"
And them rock and rolls in a real down spree

And burns fever bright in a Jamboree
Burns fever bright in a Jamboree
It sung it's own story since all this began
For man is the blues, man the blues is man

That's why it don't need a flag or a race
Just a lonely heart and a haunted face
Kept changing it's tunes since all this began
For man is the blues and the blues is man
For man is the blues oh the blues is man