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