World Of Contradictions

I make my living feeling rotten,
but I feel good when I play blues
I make my living feeling rotten,
but I feel good when I play blues
In this world of contradictions,
man what can a poor boy do?

Some folks say you can't sing blues,
when you're feeling good
I'm just feeling lousy, I knock on wood
I make my living feeling rotten,
but I feel good when I play blues

In this world of contradictions,
man what can a poor boy do?
I guess the worst things get,
the better they must be
this mixed up way of thinking man,
is killing me
I make my living feeling rotten
but I feel good when I play blues yes I do
In this world of contradictions
what can a poor boy do
Yeah, what can I do, oh

Yeah, woo
Well if I feel a little bit better,
I'll probably go broke
It' enough to give a man the blues
and man that ain't no joke
I make my living feeling rotten
I feel good when I play blues
Well in this world of contradictions,
what can a poor boy do?