I know these blues are going to rub me raw
 Every single cure seems to be against the law
 
 Went and told my psychic
 I said "keep it to yourself.
 I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else"
 
 Word's out on the street
 Whispers in the night
 They come out of the woodwork
 Wanna see what it's like
 
 Pickle-ickle-ickle
 Gonna run that voodoo down
 How the crowd gets fickle
 when your face is to the ground
 
 Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
 Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
 
 Now I'm shaking all over
 I'm a shattering mess
 But I'm gonna sit up straight
 I'm going to take it with class
 
 Old man used to tell me
 "Son, never look back
 Move on to the next case
 Fold your clothes and pack"
 
 To the green horned chicken hoppers I say
 "Get yourself a trade
 Or go back to the chat room and fade in the shade"
 
 Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
 Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
 
 I know these blues are going to rub me raw
 Every single cure seems to be against the law
 
 I was walking pretty well
 then I fell into a hole
 I should climb out quick
 but I hate doing what I'm told
 
 Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
 This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
 
 I don't want your pity
 or your fifty-dollar words
 I don't share your need
 to discuss the absurd
 
 Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw
 Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw