I have got no woman,
I have got no drink.
I have got no money,
But i have got everything.
Becouse i have got my music,
Becouse i have got my blues.
My blues make me shining,
And i have got no other choose.
I feel like my soul,
Going to faraway.
Then i wish to go,
Only for hearing my play.
Becouse i have got my music,
Becouse i have got my blues.
My blues make me shining,
And i have got no other choose.