(brooker / reid)*



The landlord's knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent

I'm sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money's spent

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

I seem to have the blues most all the time



I'm lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemes

The cops are using radar trying to intercept my dreams

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

I seem to have the blues most all the time



I went to get a job 'cos i badly needed the pay

I got a warm reception: they said 'bum! go away!'

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

I seem to have the blues most all the time



Well i owed a lot of money; i was weak and easily led

I tried to rob a bank: the cashier shot me dead

A whole lot of people treating me unkind

But it don't matter now, 'cos i got peace of mind

Nothing matters now 'cos i got peace of mind.


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