It ain't easy drying. these crying eyes of mine. it ain't easy drying. these crying eyes of mine. i get so lonely, lonely, lonely. it ain't easy drying.
Clyde plays electric bass. Plays it with finesse and grace. Sit on the porch without no shoes. A-picking the bass and singing the blues. . Misery loves company.
Somebody call for the doctor, I think I'm sick. Ain't had my medicine in over a week. My mind's fine but my body feels weak. Call the doctor, I think I'm sick.