I get so tired with life, working every day
I get so tired with life, working every day
All I want is to take a little time off to play
I got my blues, something that′s my own
I got my blues, something that's my own
And that′s my soul a-crying when I'm all alone
It doesn't matter whether anybody hears
It doesn′t matter whether anybody hears
And though I′m playing, seems like nobody cares
It's my feeling I′ve got to pack up and go
It's my feeling I′ve got to pack up and go
Off to the city, maybe I'll make it, I don′t know
Writer(s): John Mayall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
