Blues falling down on me with trouble big as raindrops but not all of the time, i'd be rich if they were nickles ,quarters, or even dimes. but i'll continue to look up and be guided by God's unseen hand. facing bravelt whatever comes my way with a trunk full of faith, while rolling on through this  great and beautiful land. i'm sure that you can understand, about the blues falling down on me, some times i just have to moan or sigh, pray the devil's hands off me while looking up to my father in the sky, who won't let me die and will do more than just help  His son get by.