Ask me who was
the first man to make a fire in the
night I don't know, oh lord I don't
know Ask me who thought
of using
a candle for a light I don't know, oh
lord I don't know
But ask me how does a man feels when
he's got the blues And I'd say, misused
abused downhearted and blue You know
the reason I know that's because the
blues is all I was left with
Ask me why does a man have to reach
beyond his needs I don't know Lord
have mercy, I don't know Ask me why does
a tree have to shed its leaves I don't
know
Lord have mercy, I don't know
Oh I could tell you how it feels when
you got a dirty deal And I could even
tell you how it hurts when you've been
stepped on and treated just like dirt
Ask me why do all good things have
to come to an end I don't know Lord
have mercy I don't know You see, ask
me nothing but about the blues The
blues is all that I was left with
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