The Blues Don't Care
INTRO: A
A
I come from the country, grew up poor but proud
A
There are places I ain't welcome in a highfalutin crowd
E D
I slipped in the back door, still I never got my share
A
But the blues don't care
My best friend had to tell me what I could never see
What that woman did the best was run around on me
I had to learn the hard way that all in love ain't fair
But the blues don't care
CHORUS 1:
D
The blues don't care
A
Nah, the blues don't care
E D
You can cuss and complain, 'til it drives you insane
A
But the blues don't care
I tried to reach for higher ground never dreamin' I could fall
I believed I could fly high above it all
Talk about hittin' bottom, brother I have been there
And the blues don't care
SOLO: A D A E D A D A E D A
I walked and talked with Jesus, told it all to Him
I'm afraid I told Him too much for Him to let me in
Chances are He'll lose my number when the roll is called up there
But the blues don't care
CHORUS 2:
Lord the blues don't care
Nah the blues don't care
You can cuss and complain, say it just ain't fair
But the blues don't care
A
The blues don't care
OUTRO: A D A E D A (repeat)