I got the blues…
The blues come over me
I pack it up and go
The blues come over me
I catch the wind and blowThe blues come in a whisper
And make you scream and shout
And you’ll do most anything
Just to let them outI may think i’m happy
I may think i’m free
Nothing don’t mean nothing
When the blues come over meThe blues come up behind
The blues wait up ahead
The blues ask why you are born
If you just end up deadThe blues, talking about the blues
The blues, oh the blues, the blues
Talking about the blues
When the blues come over me
Talking about the blues
I have to go away
The blues, the blues
When the blues come over me
I have to pack it up and goBB King ~ The blues come over me
speaking of my cubicle… it’s all in a box now…. and I am unemployed.

Yeah, I got the dirty down I just lost my job and now I dont know what I am going to do with my life stinkin bluuuuuues.

