Nothing But These Blues
I can’t give you lots of money babe
I don’t drive a big fine car
I don’t even have a place to call my own
I don’t dress like no movie star
If you stay, I can’t promise love
This street is where I live
I can’t even you the stars above
‘Cause they’re not…my stars to give
My stars to give
I can’t give you nothing but these blues
Nothing but these blues
You deserve someone better babe
You deserve to dress in style
I wish I could give you all those things
That would make you happy…for a little while
But all I have, is what I came here with
It’s the same thing…I’ll take with me when I go
These blues are all I’ve got to give
It seems like I’ve passed them on
To every one I know
I can’t give you nothing but these blues
Nothing but these blues
I wish I was a rich man babe
I wish I was a king
But I ain’t no J. Paul Getty girl
And all this wishing can’t buy you a single thing
All I have, is this man I am
This broken down man that you see
Even these blues were borrowed baby
They’re the only thing my daddy left me
He left me with these blues
Nothing but these blues
He left me with these blues
Nothing but these blues
He gave me nothing but these blues
Nothing but these blues
Copyright 2002 Dan Johnson