"Shillin' For The Blues" lyrics

Take a little slow resentment
And an ounce of small regret
Half a cup of wounded pride
That hurts inside and has not faded yet
Add a pinch of passion
And a double shot of booze
When your self respect is crashin'
You can drink it up and you can cash in all the blues
All the blues

Ain't it funny how the sunny side
Will never reach my shadow in the shade?
Ain't it funny how the colors
Seem the brightest just before they start to fade?
If you say that ain't funny
If you say you're not amused
I'll say I ain't surprised
My sense of humor is paralyzed by the blues
By the blues

How long I got to wait?
I'm running late
Somebody, help me soon
Get me out from under
It's a wonder I'm on this side of the tomb

But the preacher teaches patience
In the ancient sense and it stretches out for years
I can't stand to listen
I can't see beyond this glistening of tears
It's never nice to hear advice
You know you'll never use
The spirit might be willin'
But the flesh is out there, still shillin' for the blues
For the blues

It's never nice to hear advice
You know you'll never use
The spirit might be willin'
But the flesh is out there, still shillin' for the blues