KejaR - 8 Bar Blues

Well, my buddy came by upset, I was racing to leave for work
He said his girl had thrown him out, he didn't know where to turn
I told him, you chill here, there's a guitar in my room
Take it, pour your sorrows out in the eight bar blues

I called at lunch, he said, took your guitar, went to town
Things were looking up by the third bar I found
I poured out my sorrows each time they filled my glass
Now I'm halfway through the eight bars, I just got to ask

Are you sure this'll help me
Are you sure this'll help me
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
I'm working the eight bar blues the way you told me to
But I ain't feeling any better and she's still gone, she's gone

I heard he hit two honky-tonks and the Polynesian Lounge
Cowboy hats and Tiki lamps, strange things going down
He ended at the Crawl On Inn then called me up to say
I've done all eight bars and I'm barely seeing straight

Are you sure this'll help me
Are you sure this'll help me
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
I'm working the eight bar blues the way you told me to
But I ain't feeling any better and she's still gone, she's gone

There must be something special 'bout which eight bars you choose
Or maybe I should tip more
Ain't that called paying your dues

Are you sure this'll help me
Are you sure this'll help me
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
Tell me what I'm doing wrong
I'm working the eight bar blues the way you told me to
But I ain't feeling any better and she's still gone, she's gone

Written by:
GEORGE CLISBY SMITH, KEVIN JAMES REARDON

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