Ahmad’s Blues - Ahmad Jamal

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