Can't Even Get the Blues

I walk into the kitchen

The silverware is gone

The furniture is missing

I guess you got it all uhuh

This is where it ought to hurt

Seems like every time you leave me

You try to think of something worse

R: I can't even get the blues no more

I try to worry like I did before

And nothing happens when I walk the floor

So what am I supposed to do

I toss and turn but then I fall asleep

I'm going under but it's not too deep

You want to hurt me but it's just no use

I can't even get the blues

Well this time ain't no different

The sun's up in the sky

Sitting on the back porch

Clouds are rolling by

Oh this is where it ought to rain

But it doesn't really matter

To me it's all about the same

R:

(You try and hurt me)

R: