Mr. Blues

Bad times fell like rain, I drink my whiskey to ease the pain
Seems like I just never win, and bad luck keeps a rolling in
Here You come again Mr. Blues, Nice to see you, how do you do
Lord I don't know, where everything comes and everything goes
Like a bird way up in the sky
That gets shot down before it's time
Here ya come again Mr. Blues
Nice to see ya how do you do
Oh one of these days, I'm gonna change
My evil ways