I’ve been fighting the blues all my life;
I don’t have a dog and I don’t have a wife.
And my future ain’t looking too bright.
I don’t have a dollar or dime;
all I’ve got is a song and it don’t even rhyme.
And the clock keeps on stealing my time.
Every morning the sun starts to rise;
but all it can tell me are puzzles and lies.
‘Cause I ain’t got a chance at the prize.
I think I’ll just lay down and die.
No one will miss me and no one will cry;
and I guess I will never know why.
I been fighting the blues all my life;
I don’t have a dog and I don’t have a wife.
The loneliness cuts like a knife.
But if I had a dog it would bite;
and if I had a wife, she’d just want to fight.
I suppose everything is alright.
I suppose all in all everything is alright.
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