Blues Is Blues

Well my dirty mind again
Left me in a mess of sin
Blame it all, on myself

Well I'm so tired that I can't sleep
There's a car commin' up the street
Vase of flowers, on the shelf
They've all dried up and faded
The glass is all clouded
Full of pain and bad memories

Roses might be red
But blues is blues is blues
Roses might be red
But blues is blues is blues

Give me gold and diamond rings
All kinds of shiny things
To keep me, hangin' on

But I see through all the lies
Tear me up and hurt my pride
Just like a thorn, in my side
Take my flower and my name
Toss 'em out into the rain
Wet and cold warn and used 

Roses might be red 
But blues is blues is blues 
Roses might be red 
But blues is blues is blues 

Well I'm tired of bein' cut to the ground
This time I'm gonna to let you down
Cause my heart was too blind to see
Now this change is all up to me 

Well it's time to pack my stuff
Cause your best just ain't good enough
And it's time for me to leave
Gonna have to let me go
One thing for sure I know
You're like a twisted vine, stranglin' me
Chairs are high upon the table
But I'll just be a dancin'
With a stem between my teeth

Roses might be red 
But blues is blues is blues 
Roses might be red
But blues is blues is blues
Roses might be red
But blues is blues is blues