| Well it’s the same rhythm that’s played in Memphis | 
| The face shows no pain but the beat is the same in New York | 
| And speed is just a bird in the night | 
| Carries sorrow as it flies no fixed flight | 
| It’s heard out there | 
| You say your name is the same | 
| But you’re just not able to live white | 
| You can’t believe what is real | 
| Because what’s real for you, may not be right | 
| And the alleys and streets stay the same | 
| And you think you know what’s to blame | 
| It just ain’t right | 
| Don’t let the blues get you down | 
| Don’t let the blues drag you around | 
| The blues are gonna get ya | 
| The blues are gonna get ya now | 
| I said the blues are gonna get ya | 
| The blues are gonna get you now | 
| Well it’s the same rhythm that’s played in Memphis | 
| The face is the same but the beat isn’t played in New York | 
| The people spin a web they can’t see | 
| And imagine what a world this could be | 
| If they did things right | 
| Don’t let the blues get you down | 
| Don’t let the blues drag you around | 
| The blues are gonna get ya | 
| The blues are gonna get ya now | 
| I said the blues are gonna get ya | 
| The blues are gonna get you now | 
| Don’t let the blues get you down | 
| Don’t let the blues drag you around | 
| Don’t let the blues get you down | 
| The blues are gonna get ya | 
| The blues are gonna get you now | 
| I said the blues are gonna get you | 
| The blues are gonna get you now | 
| I said the blues are gonna get you | 
| The blues are gonna get you now | 
| Yeow |