Well, I've been talking to the night...and the night talked back to me.
I looked into the Abyss and it looked right back into me.
Walk a mile in my shoes, spend a night in my bed,
You'll see: the blues ain't nothing but what goes on in a poor man's head.
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind.
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind.
Now, I've got a job but it don't pay,
But I've got to go on living from day to day.
So I call out to Jesus. He don't help me none.
He says he'll see me at the centre of the earth when my time is done.
sh**, the blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind.
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind.
And I want to know: can you help me now?
I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?
It's not an Empire State of mind. California's not the kind.
No, this is pure NN1 3QF, darling, it's all mine.
Pack your bags, pretty woman, we're running up that hill.
Pack your bags, pretty woman, we're running up that hill.
See, if you don't come, I'll be up here still.
If you don't come, I know your little sister will.
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind.
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind.
And I want to know: can you help me now?
I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?
Because nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough.
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough.
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough.
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough.