I Can't Hear Nothing But The Blues

My father and mother were great people
 Oh, what a beautiful memory of them
 My father used to sing a sweet love song
 Mother would sing that soul for him
 I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
 And Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues
 A beautiful bird whispering down through the trees
 I know I can't dig the sweet melody
 I'm blue and all alone
 I wonder what in a hell is wrong with me
 I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
 Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues
 Mister Bartender
 I want you to play the jukebox for me
 I want you to take my last dime
 And put it on BB, Ray or me
 I guess I'm just a guy with a different mood
 Lord, oh, I can't hear nothing but the blues