Shillin' for the Blues Songtext
von Chris Smither

Take a little slow resentment
An ounce of small regret
Half a cup of wounded pride
If it hurts inside, it has not faded yet
Add a pinch of passion
And a double shot of booze
When your self respect is crashin′
You can drink it up and you can cash in
All the blues
All the blues
Ain't it funny how the sunnyside
Will never reach my shadow in the shade
Ain′t it funny how the colors
Seem the brightest just before they
Start to fade
If you say that ain't funny
If you say you're not amused
I′ll say I ain′t surprised
My sense of humor is paralyzed
By the blues


By the blues
How long I've got to wait
I′m running late
Somebody help me soon
Get me out from under all
It's a wonder
I′m on this side of the tomb
Oh but the preacher teaches patience
In the ancient sense
And it stretches out for years
I can't stand to listen
I can′t see beyond this glistening of tears
It's never nice to hear advice
You know you'll never use
The spirit might be willin′
But the flesh is out there
It′s shillin' for the blues
For the blues
It′s never nice to hear advice
You know you'll never use
The spirit might be willin′
But the flesh is out there
And it's shillin′ for the blues
Blues
For the blues