i arrive late in a hall of the station
carrying my guitar in its case
i play blues i should mention
îm humming a smile on my face
in the auditorium
in subdued light
i feel so right, just take a sit and listen
on stage i stand
i grab my guitar in one hand
in the other my guitar pick
a few tuning i play some blues chord
i don’t know why i choose to sing blues
somebody can understand
that blues expresses my pain
Y.Blues like the sun in the rain
i don’t know why i choose to sing blues
somebody can understand
that blues expresses my pain
Y.Blues like the sun in the rain
but it’s not what i imagine
in fact i though when i sing
the audience won’t sing with me
the silence is disappointed
supports is all i need
i’m disgusted
by ignorance, they don’t give me my chance
our society is invaded by boys band
in misery, blues use to be a work song