Man With Blues

I step out in the hallway
With a headache so thick
I crack a pale ale
And that does the trick

I look down by my shoes
I see some leather boots
And in my bed lies a man
Who's got the blues

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

He says he's free as the wind
But poisoned and possessed
By the way I work my strings
And how my hair is a mess

I sneak down in his boots
I head off to the bedroom
And we will play, all night and day
We'll make a blues

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you

What I have found
I'm like a hound
A man with blues
Wanna use you