Worn Out Blues © 1975 by Clint Anglin Gotta get off this highway, get into bed, Smoke a little somethin’ for the pain in my head – Ain’t even started and there’s so much to do; Well, I’ve got the worn out blues. Lyin’ back easy in the easy chair, You say I’m lazy but I don’t care. Don’t ask me to do nothin’ cause I can’t move; I’ve got the worn out blues. Now I’m so tired I can hardly breathe, Just to sleep takes all my energy; Between every nap I’ve got to snooze ‘Cause I’ve got the worn out blues. You say get a job but you must be mad, When just to lay down takes all I have; I’m goin’ hungry and the rent is due ‘Cause I have the worn out blues. When I was born I didn’t yell or cry; When the doctor slapped me I yawned, I sighed; Went back to sleep, what else could I do? I had the worn out blues. I’m feeling like a fish without a sea, This old world is just gettin’ to me; I’d build me a space ship, I’d fly to the moon If I didn’t have these worn out blues. Lyin’ back easy in the easy chair, You say I’m lazy but I don’t care. Don’t ask me to do nothin’ cause I can’t move; I’ve got the worn out blues.
