Ahmad's Blues

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

Walkin' in a daze to my apartment where I'll grab another wink

And doze on the sofa 'til eleven then get up and pour myself another drink

While back at the party I'll be hardy while I'm waitin' for some better news

But now in the meantime I'll just sit right here and cool it

We're gonna cool it now and listen to the rhythm

Ahmad's blues