I feel like a rag I got that jet lag sag Under my eyes No lies My feet barely shuffle From the weight of this duffle bag Hangin' me down in my shoes Payin' my road work dues This is the vocation I choose I need a vacation Off to myself Away from the love of the blues Endless recession Airline concession All of them hating their work Late-nite deposits and under-sized closets Climate-controlled rooms and sleepless nights Loneliness under the lights Record sales and video soul Baring my soul to this gaping black hole All for the love of the blues All for the love of the blues All for the love of the blues Not that I need an excuse Who's gonna care if I win or lose? It's all for the love of the blues Nobody has any clues But who's gonna care if I win or lose? Please don't look my way I don't care to pay With money or the rest of my soul Cause my love won't hold up under all these advances From all these ladies I don't care to know Hangin out after the show Lookin' for someplace to go Lost in this dream That they'll never see All for the love of the blues All for the love of the blues Not that I need an excuse Who's gonna care if I win or lose It's all for the love of the blues All for the love of the blues Love of the blues