Performer(s)
- Rob Wood Compositeur, Parolier
- Ruben George Vocals, Piano, Orchestrator, MIDI programming
- Mike McIvor Acoustic Guitar
- Mark Rombout Harmonica
Paroles
I gotta feeling they call the blues
Head first right down to my shoes
And there ain't nothing that I can do
To tell those blues bye-bye or shoo-shoo
My friends have left me all on my own
They never visit, nor do they phone
And that is why I'd like to cry
But bein’ a guy I'll just have a good moan
I guess it started a year ago
When I was already feeling quite low
A mate called Red laughed as he said
‘Never seen ya looking so dead!’
Sure I know it was only a tease
But I got mad and asked him to leave
And so we parted, my gal went too
‘N'ever since I've been feeling so blue
If you were me
How would you feel?
Do you wonder that
I'm down at heel?
Woke up this morning with a new idea
Rarely has my mind been so clear
Instead of grumpin, lazing around,
Why not smile, be outward bound
On the street that morning I said ‘G'day
To everyone who came my way
I even walked my neighbour's dog,
A big St.Bernard, name of Log
Thought of my friends that whole night
‘Bout who was wrong and who was right
What did it matter any more
Except to try to heal and restore
Went out to see them the following day
Said I was sorry straight away
Red was delighted
My gal just swooned
And as you can guess, I was over the moon
It feels so great
That I could fly
Guess it must just be
A natural high
