Lyrics:

I Make My Living Feeling Rotten, But I Feel Good When I Play Blues
i Make My Living Feeling Rotten, But I Feel Good When I Play Blues
in This World Of Contradictions, Man What Can A Poor Boy Do

some Folks Say You Can't Sing Blues, When You're Feeling Good
i'm Just Feeling Lousy, I Knock On Wood
i Make My Living Feeling Rotten, But I Feel Good When I Play Blues

in This World Of Contradictions, Man What Can A Poor Boy Do
i Guess The Worst Things Get, The Better They Must Be

this Mixed Up Way Of Thinking Man, Is Killing Me
i Make My Living Feeling Rotten But I Feel Good When I Play Blues Yes I Do
in This World Of Contradictions What Can A Poor Boy Do
yeah, What Can I Do, Oh

yeah, Woo
well If I Feel A Little Bit Better, I'll Probably Go Broke
it' Enough To Give A Man The Blues And Man That Ain't No Joke
i Make My Living Feeling Rotten I Feel Good When I Play Blues
well In This World Of Contradictions, What Can A Poor Boy Do