[Verse 1]
It's shaping up to be a real fine day
The skies look pretty in the sunshine rays
Tell me, how the hell am I feeling blue?
Birds are singing and the pines all sway
Church bells are ringing in a real kind way
Tell me, how the hell am I feeling blue?

[Chorus]
Why the hell am I feeling down?
I ain't even got a thing worth bitching about
Must be something wrong inside my head
What the hell will I do now?
I ain't even got a way for me to sort it all out
Must be something wrong inside my head

[Verse 2]
I'm doing pretty good, it's been a rеal good year
They're paying mе to play, and that's a damn good fear
Tell me, how the hell am I feeling blue?
I've got a few good songs and an old guitar
I'm making my money shooting for the stars
Tell me, how the hell am I feeling blue?

[Chorus]
Why the hell am I feeling down?
I got every little thing I ever wanted somehow
Must be something wrong inside my head
What the hell will I do now?
I can't even go a day without a goddamn doubt
Must be the something wrong inside my head
[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Why the hell am I feeling down?
I ain't even got a thing worth bitching about
Must be something wrong inside my head
What the hell will I do now?
I ain't even got a way for me to sort it all out
Must be something wrong inside my head