Testo Seem To Have The Blues Most All Of The Time

The landlord's knocking on my door, he says he wants the rentI'm sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money's spentA whole lot of people treating me unkindI seem to have the blues most all the timeI'm lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemesThe cops are using radar trying to intercept my dreamsA whole lot of people treating me unkindI seem to have the blues most all the timeI went to get a job 'cos I badly needed the payI got a warm reception: they said 'Bum! Go away!'A whole lot of people treating me unkindI seem to have the blues most all the timeWell I owed a lot of money; I was weak and easily ledI tried to rob a bank: the cashier shot me deadA whole lot of people treating me unkindBut it don't matter now, 'cos I got peace of mindNothing matters now 'cos I got peace of mind.