Brain Cloudy Blues

I look right out on a lonely town
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 Come in, Tommy
 Let's hear you sing it
 My brain is cloudy, my soul is upside down (terrible, terrible)
 Yeah, my brain is cloudy, my soul is upside down
 (I think I know what you mean)
 When I get that low down feeling
 I know the blues must be some place around (oh, let's go from here)
 Well, you got to treat me right, day by day
 Get out your little prayer book, get on upon your knees and pray
 'Cause you're gonna need, you're gonna need my help someday
 Yeah, you're goin' to be sorry, oh, you treat me this way
 There's that boy, Brother Junior
 Oh, let's get it lower there, Junior
 Yes, you know what lower means
 Well, don't we all?
 There's that man again
 Well, good evenin', don't that sun look good goin' down?
 (Certainly does, I'm gonna agree with you)
 Well, good evenin', don't that sun look good goin' down?
 (Like the lights you're looking at)
 Don't your home look lonesome when your lover ain't around?
 (That makes sense, yes)
 Now I've tried everything, baby, to get along with you
 And now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do
 I'm gonna stop cryin', gonna leave you alone
 If you don't think I'm leavin', you can count the days I'm going to
 You're gonna need, you're gonna need my help someday
 Yeah, you're goin' to be sorry, oh, you treat me this way
 My brain is so cloudy