A classic blues lyric lamenting life’s troubles

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Oh, there’s grey skies above me

Grass ‘neath my feet is dead and brown

Yeah, there’s grey skies above me

Grass ‘neath my feet is dead and brown

Well, my troubles all surround me

And the blues are all around

Oh, I got no job this morning

‘Cause the factory closed down

Yeah, I got no job this morning

‘Cause the factory closed down

Well, my troubles all surround me

And the blues are all around

Oh, my bills are piling higher

Not a dollar to be found

Yeah, my bills are piling higher

Not a dollar to be found

Well, my troubles all surround me

And the blues are all around

Oh, my woman’s gone a-roaming

Seein’ men all over town

Yeah, my woman’s gone a-roaming

Seein’ men all over town

Well, my troubles all surround me

And the blues are all around

Oh, my troubles all surround me

And the blues are all around

Yeah, my troubles all surround me

And the blues are all around

Well, my troubles will be with me

‘Till they lay me in the ground

By Mike Turner

From: United States

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