The B.B. King Blues

My 12-bar lament in the classic tradition for all of us whose woes are best left unsung

B.B. King publicity photo. Re-photographed by Noel “Squeek” Holston (Author)B

The B.B. King Blues

Can’t hardly pay my light bill/My love life’s runnin’ cold

I shock myself when I go to shave/How did I get so old?

I got the blues

But I can’t sing

All the feeling in the world

Won’t make me sound like B.B. King

I worry ’bout pollution/I worry ’bout the Debt

Life is like a tightrope act/And I ain’t got no net

I got the blues

But I can’t sing

All the feeling in the world

Won’t make me sound like B.B. King

It doubles my frustration/It makes me more depressed

To have these hurts inside me/That my voice just can’t express

I got the blues

But I can’t sing

All the feeling in the world

Won’t make me sound like B.B. King

No, all the feeling in the world

Won’t make me sound like B.B. King

Can’t play guitar, either.

Damn.