Lyrics

My father and mother were great people Oh, what a beautiful memory of them My father used to sing a sweet love song Mother would sing that soul for him I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood And Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees I know I can't dig the sweet melody I'm blue and all alone I wonder what in a hell is wrong with me I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues Mister Bartender I want you to play the jukebox for me I want you to take my last dime And put it on BB, Ray or me I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues