Ahmad's Blues

I go through the strangest kind of changes Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues And would you believe it, I'm so urban My suburban friends don't know my bag of blues I'm up in the mornin' on the corner so sedated That you hardly know it's me And late in the evening when I'm mellow There's my fellow with the world for me to see Oh, it's a world full of cocktails at nine Dinners and wine and very late shows And where the crowd goes I'm a girl with a world of her own A queen on her throne Till every thing's gone and then I wake up to find that I'm a stranger In a world where I have never been before I look for the man who held my hand But now I know that he'll be coming back no more I'm telling you 'bout this bag of blues It's payin' dues, but I got news Gimme that, I really want that Speakin' 'bout bag of blues Mister, I'm payin' dues Listen I'm changin' shoes I'm gonna make me some changes I walk in a daze and then I'm back to my apartment Where I'll grab another wink And doze on the sofa till eleven Then get up and pour myself another drink Then back at the party, I'll be hearty While waitin' for some better news But now in the meantime I'll just sit right here and cool it We're gonna cool it now And listen to the rhythm Ahmad's blues