My Brand of Blues

You let me smile, once in a while
You change your style just like a child
You make me cry most all the time
You never try to show you’re mine
The right to choose my brand of blues
That’s all you ever give
The right to choose which way I lose
The right to die or live
With the blues
With the blues
I feel so low, you hurt me so
You seem to know I’ll never go
And though you treat me like you do
I’ll always be a slave to you
The right to choose my brand of blues
That’s all you ever give
The right to choose which way I lose
The right to die or live
With the blues
With the blues