Maybe you'll complain
That all my songs sound the same
And maybe you'll point out
That my originality's in doubt
But I'm not trying to be new
I'm just trying to sing the blues
Maybe you'll roll your eyes
As a way to criticize
And without saying a word
Try to make me feel absurd
Maybe I'm not singing for you
I'm just trying to sing the blues
Maybe I'll keep on playing
Though I know there's no delaying
The day when the road runs out
The day when there's nothing left to doubt
The day when I've paid all my dues
I'll probably just keep trying to sing the blues
