Ahmad's Blues Lyrics - The P.c. Blues - Red Garland

I go through the strangest kind of changes 

Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues 

And would you believe it I'm so urban 

My suburban friends don't know my bag of blues 

I'm up in the morning on the corner so siditty 

That you'd hardly know it's me 

And late in the evening when I'm mellow 

There's my fellow with the world for me to see 

It's a world full of cocktails at nine 

And dinners and wine very late shows 

And where the crowd goes 

I'm a girl with a world of her owna queen on her throne 

Till everything's gone and then 

I wake up to find that I'm a stranger 

In a world where I have never before 

I look for my man who held my hand 

But now I know that he'll be coming back no more 

I'm telling you 'bout this bag of blues 

Paid a whole lotta dues baby 

Gonna change my way of livin' talkin' bags of blues 

Mister don't you see I'm paying dues 

Gonna change me some shoes baby