I make my living feeling rotten, but I feel good when I play blues I make my living feeling rotten, but I feel good when I play blues In this world of contradictions, man what can a poor boy do? Some folks say you can't sing blues, when you're feeling good I'm just feeling lousy, I knock on wood I make my living feeling rotten, but I feel good when I play blues In this world of contradictions, man what can a poor boy do? I guess the worst things get, the better they must be this mixed up way of thinking man, is killing me I make my living feeling rotten but I feel good when I play blues yes I do In this world of contradictions what can a poor boy do Yeah, what can I do, oh Yeah, woo Well if I feel a little bit better, I'll probably go broke It' enough to give a man the blues and man that ain't no joke I make my living feeling rotten I feel good when I play blues Well in this world of contradictions, what can a poor boy do?