Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse}

No one’s hoppin’ frieght trains no more

Running from hell hounds on the trail

No shotgun shack shakin’ Nobody down black cat bone breakin’

All the rounders are stayin’ home

The Blues ain’t nothin but bad luck

A broke down’s all I have luck and a good man feeling down

I’m too poor to pay attention to pop songs and easy listening

Been this way for oh so long!

{c: Bridge}

Out in the storm smokin’ to stay warm

Streets echo down with a club sound

Got a band up on the stage

Y’all come on in out the rain

{c: Chorus}

If you play it like a game the Blues Has A Bad Name

You boys are playin it way too loud

Rhythm without the Blues again

I’ll tell y’all it’s a shame the Blues Has A Bad Name

{c: Verse}

No one’s getting shot in Memphis

By a jealous man with a nickel plated .44, all drunk on that ripple wine

No downtown rounders shootin’ dice watching the shift of each other’s eyes

Pull Tab’s the only game in town

No Zoot Suit Pimp bitch slap rappin’

Walking the streets with his watch chain tappin’

Now you just tap a picture on your phone

I got my reasons I’m fuckin’ round

Instead of layin flat on rock bottom ground

Lord knows that I’m a Blues Man!

You can’t have the Blues without the pain

That high lonesome sound ain’t the same

{c: Chorus}

If you play it like a game the Blues Has A Bad Name

You boys are playin it way too fast

Rhythm without the Blues again

I’ll tell y’all it’s a shame the Blues Has A Bad Name