The Player's Got The Blues Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

When I woke up it was raining 

Well, I got soaked 

When I woke up this morning 

I was cold and wet and broken 

I ain't got no destination 

I'm just gonna follow my shoes 

I may run on up to Dallas 

But the fiddle player's got the blues 

Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles 

And Georgia on my mind 

Sure wish I could get there 

I ain't got a dime 

These hard times that I'm having 

I guess they call it paying dues 

That's just how things get goin' 

When fiddle player's got the blues 

Yeah, he's got the blues 

They say playing in these beer joints 

Kinda keeps a man in touch 

Sure beats pickin' cotton 

But it just don't beat it much 

I guess it all comes down 

To whatever life you choose 

And you know I ain't complaining 

It's just the fiddle player's got the blues