[The entire song is based on a blues scale and the following stomp chord progression: ||: F-A-C-E♭, F#-A-C-E♭| | G-B♭-C-E, C-E-G-B♭ | | F-A-C-E♭, F#-A-C-E♭| | G-B♭-C-E, C-E-G-B♭ | | F-A-C-E♭, F#-A-C-E♭| | G-B♭-C-E, G-A-C#-E | | F#-A-C-D | | F-G-B-D :|| Rhythmic structure is: ||: DUM, dah- | DUM, dah- :|| Instruments imitate various farm animals. Musicians laugh and carry on while singing and playing. Audience listens interactively and hollers trash talk to the band in a call-and-response fashion. ] [Verse 1] You say you’ve got the blues today? Well how’dya spect to feel right now when all you did was drink last night to play the fool and lose your bets [Chorus] You’ve got no leg to stand on now It’s all your fault; you know I’m right You mess things up and tear ‘em down until thain’t nuttin’ left but blues. [Trash talk: Shit, he’s got the blues all the time.] [Verse 2] You lay around and loaf all day and then complain you’ve got no bread Well how the hell do you expect to buy your grub and pay your rent? [Trash talker 1: He comes calling for dinner every night.] [Trash talker 2: (laughing) Yeah, he sleeps on my doorstep.] [Trash talker 3: He’s got it all figured out.] [Verse 3] Well it ain’t cool to spend your pay to try and beat a house of cards that always wins and leaves you broke, but you won’t learn, I know you won’t. [Trash talk: He’ll have to go back to school for that.] [Bridge] The blues will chase you till you’re dead unless you get it in your head that luck won’t ever pay the bills or keep you under your own roof. [Trash talker 1: Hey man, what you gonna do when repo comes calling?] [Verse 4] The blues you’ve got keep calling you but you don’t have to answer them If you wised up, they’d go away and take the grief they love to stir. [Trash talker 2: Wise up? Do you know him? Shit, he ain’t gonna do that (Laughing).] [Chorus] You’ve got no leg to stand on now It’s all your fault; you know I’m right You mess things up and tear ‘em down until thain’t nuttin’ left but blues. [Scat singing] [Outro] You shake your fist at everything but give up easy to the blues when all you need is what you have before you throw it all away.

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