(J. Holiday/R. Charles)
I couldâve been a gambler
âCause Iâm good with cards
I couldâve been a lover, darlinâ
Breakinâ othersâ hearts
But I feel so silly
Bettinâ on the dice
A lover seldom sees
The same girl twice
Baby, thatâs why
Honey, thatâs why I choose, yes I do
Hey, now, baby, I choose to sing the blues
I gotta get down and sing the blues
Well, I couldâve been a doctor
Workinâ on the sick
I couldâve been a lawyer
But that ainât my schtick
Because Iâd feel so bad
If a man did not get well
Iâd plea something bad
That ended up in jail
And, baby, thatâs why
You know, honey, thatâs why I choose
Got to sing and play
Just about every day
You know what Iâm tryinâ to say
Thereâs a lot of things
That a young man might present
You play youâre cards right, baby
You might be a president
But I never understood
What a politician might say
Guess I like to talk in my own peculiar way
And, baby thatâs why
Darlinâ thatâs why I choose
Hey, now, baby
Iâve got to say, everyday
Got to play, come on, baby
Got to sing the blues, baby
Donât know nothinâ else
Got to sing the blues
Come on now, baby
Got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to sing the blues, baby
Got to sing
My baby take all my money
And give it to some other man
I cant take it no more
Come on, darlinâ
Got to sing the blues
Got to make some money sometimes, baby