If the blues is a bottle, then I'm not getting very far If the blues is a bottle, then I'm not getting very far You can keep all your whiskey, Just give me back that old shiny guitar If the blues is a sinner, then why am I standing high and dry If the blues is a sinner, then why am I standing high and dry Is anybody here gonna save me Or do I really really have to cry If the blues is a woman, then I want some more If the blues is a woman, then I want some more If the blues is a woman, then I really want some more If the blues is made of sorrow, then why does it smile on me If the blues is made of sorrow, then why does it smile on me I'm a brown man from a strange land But it sure is the colour of my misery