Counting on the blues

Claude Pfau, 1996

I’m gonna tell you the same old story
about my lovings and about the blues
and you gotta know that I’m not sorry
I think it’s never wrong to tell the thruth
Well my love is not a real lady
my love is just a groovy sound
I could never love a sexy baby
I can’t get my feet back on the ground
Because I’m counting
counting on the blues

They tried so hard to civilize me
learned to eat and learned to drink my tea
They never stopped criticizin’ me
Though I tried to understand and see
They said music’s good for education
and put the classics into my mind
but it never was a big temptation
Thought the theories just made me blind
So I was counting
counting on the blues

So I’m standin’ in the rainy street
beyond the middle of my driftin’ life
a lot of problems are my daily treat
got hungry children and a crazy wife
Somehow I make both ends meet
I’m gettin’ through with one night stands
‘cause the only thing I really need
is a blues-axe in my hands
So I’m still counting
I’m counting on the blues