The landlord's knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent I'm sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money's spent A whole lot of people treating me unkind I seem to have the blues most all the time I'm lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemes The cops are using radar trying to intercept my dreams A whole lot of people treating me unkind I seem to have the blues most all the time I went to get a job 'cos i badly needed the pay I got a warm reception: they said 'bum! go away!' A whole lot of people treating me unkind I seem to have the blues most all the time Well i owed a lot of money; i was weak and easily led I tried to rob a bank: the cashier shot me dead A whole lot of people treating me unkind But it don't matter now, 'cos i got peace of mind Nothing matters now 'cos i got peace of mind.
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