The Same Poem by Murphy Payne

In this troubled world of our
We simply should not be
Alone and sadden by things in life
That bugs us constantly

Some friends will come, some friends will help
Well, they have problems all their own
But the blues don’t care who’s at fault, you see
They will comfort you, tenderly

The Latins call it Rancheras
The brothers call it the blues
The good ol’ boys call it country
I just call it good news

It makes no differences, which name you choose
The feelings always the same
Just people telling their life stories through song
To help them feel good again

And we sing about the unpaid bills
My car won’t start today
I lost my job, I lost my gal
The factory moved away

Now I have a dog
And he’s as true blue as the sky
He never question anything I do
And of course, he never ask why