I lost my job on Monday,
they told me “boy, you’re through.”
My baby left on Tuesday,
said she’d had enough of you.

But I just keep on smiling,
I ain’t got much to lose,
’cause I’ve got my guitar,
singing blues & booze.

Blues and booze, blues and booze,
that’s the rhythm I will choose.
Blues and booze, blues and booze,
makes me laugh at all my blues.

The landlord’s at my doorway,
he says the rent is late.
I pour myself another,
and thank him for the wait.

The world can keep on turning,
I’ll find my happy groove,
as long as I’ve got music,
and a bottle I can use.

Blues and booze, blues and booze,
that’s the rhythm I will choose.
Blues and booze, blues and booze,
makes me laugh at all my blues.

Oh, troubles come knocking,
I just pour me some gin,
strike a chord on my six-string,
and let the joy roll in.

Blues and booze, blues and booze,
that’s the rhythm I will choose.
Blues and booze, blues and booze,
makes me laugh at all my blues.
Blues and booze, blues and booze,
that’s the rhythm I will choose.
Blues and booze, blues and booze,
makes me laugh at all my blues.