I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
lord what can you do
about the fuckin fucked up blues
well the beans have been baking
upon the camel’s hump
like a voodoo curse
in an old lady’s purse
confetti on my grave
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
lord what can you do
about the fuckin fucked up blues (x2)
I woke up on the futon
and my boots were on fire