I hit the streets of the city with the lights of fame
With a penny in my pocket and not a dime to my name
And I walk on quiet 'cause I ain't got much to say
With a guitar on my back that I really can't play
And it's a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky
'Til someone's cigarette ash floats smack right in my eye
And while I curse Joe Camel and I curse the wind
I think maybe I'll write a blues song with a little bit of funk thrown in
I'm tired of working for someone else and only getting stressed
I'm tired of writing love songs that only get me depressed
I'm tired of hearing about politics when nothing's getting done
I'm tired of anyone who doesn't welcome everyone
I'm tired of having things to say I cannot explain
I'm tired of listening to myself complain
Well I'm too happy to frown but not enough to grin
So I think I'll write a blues song with a little bit of funk thrown in
It's a complicated world and I just don't think I get it
Maybe someday I'll run for president when I'm not so apathetic
I'll try to make this a cleaner, safer, better place
Where we could all fess up and we could all save face
So relax and love your life enjoy its events
It doesn't have to be perfect and it doesn't have to make sense
Oh I heard folk is passe and country is a sin
So I think I'll write a blues song with a little bit of funk thrown in
