Blues for April 7Tell me something good, tell me something nice.More Like This
Today I got up early and heard all the bad news twice.
I turned on my lamp but the bulb was burned out.
My candles were whispering, but I needed them to shout.
I heard about a politician and a crowd he shook and stirred.
If he couldn't tell a lie, he could not speak a word.
Now the trombones in the alley are getting on my nerves.
And when I looked in the pantry, I was out of peach preserves.
Nine, eight, seven, six - four, three, two, one.
Five did not answer when I called it to come.
Once I was a young lion but now my mane is gray.
That is all right with me, I take it day by day.
I've got ninety-nine locks and ninety-eight keys.
If you have the last one, would you send it to me please.