my mother and father were great people oh what a beautiful memory of them my father used to sing a sweet love song mother would sing that soul for him i guess i m just a man with a different mood ah lord oh i can t hear nothing but the blues a beautiful bird whispering down through the trees i know i can t dig the sweet melody i m so blue and all alone i wonder what in the hell is wrong with me i guess i m just a guy with a different mood ah lord oh i can t hear nothing but the blues mister bartender i want you play the jukebox for me i say i want you to take my last dime and put it on b b ray or me i guess i m just a guy with a different mood ah lord oh i can t hear nothing but the blues