Keith Carradine - Love Of The Blues

I feel like a rag
I got that jet lag sag
Under my eyes
No lies
My feet barely shuffle
From the weight of this duffle bag
Hangin' me down in my shoes
Payin' my road work dues
This is the vocation I choose
I need a vacation

Off to myself
Away from the love of the blues
Endless recession
Airline concession
All of them hating their work
Late-nite deposits and under-sized closets
Climate-controlled rooms and sleepless nights
Loneliness under the lights
Record sales and video soul
Baring my soul to this gaping black hole
All for the love of the blues
All for the love of the blues
All for the love of the blues

Not that I need an excuse
Who's gonna care if I win or lose?
It's all for the love of the blues
Nobody has any clues
But who's gonna care if I win or lose?
Please don't look my way
I don't care to pay
With money or the rest of my soul
Cause my love won't hold up under all these advances
From all these ladies I don't care to know
Hangin out after the show
Lookin' for someplace to go

Lost in this dream
That they'll never see
All for the love of the blues
All for the love of the blues
Not that I need an excuse
Who's gonna care if I win or lose
It's all for the love of the blues
All for the love of the blues
Love of the blues