Letra de The Player's Got The Blues

When I woke up it was raining Well I got soaked When I woke up this morning I was cold and wet and broke I ain't got no destination I'm just gonna follow my shoes I may run on up to Dallas But the fiddle player's got the blues Feel kinda like ole Ray Charles Georgia on my mind Sho wish I could get there I ain't got a dime These hard times that I'm having I guess they call it paying dues That's just how things get goin' When fiddle player's got the blues Yeah, he's got the blues They say playing in these beer joints Kinda keeps a man in touch Sho beats pickin' cotton But it just don't beat it much I guess it all comes down To whatever life you choose And you know I ain't complaining It's just the fiddle player's got the blues