Hold On To My Blues
Words & Music by Tony Graham ©2004

Everybody be talking.
Yeah they be talking bout’ this fool,
Who’s dangling one hundred feet off the ground.
And people they be watchin’,
Just to see what I will do.
They been takin’ odds and layin’ that money down.

It’s been a rollercoaster ride,
To gain this poor boys education.
Still I be standin’ here in this line,
With my masters degree in malnutrition.

Gonna hold on to my blues.
But still I’m walking around in my worn-out shoes.
And I be playing my music,
And hopin’ people they come gather-round.
Yeah, I’m just a holdin’ on to my blues.
But still I’m walking around in my worn-out shoes.
And I be playing my music,
Hopin’ people they come gather-round.

Oh, but someday it’s gonna happen.
Soon every body’ll be keeping time.
There won’t be no more people laughin.
No more mister can you spare a dime.

I’m gonna hold on to my blues.
And soon I’ll be struttin’ around in my shinny boots.
And I’ll be playing my music,
And people they’ll come gather-round.

Oh you know if I just hold on to my blues,
Pretty soon I’m gonna be struttin’ around in my shinny boots.
And I’ll be playing my music,
And people they’ll come gather-round.

Yeah I’m gonna hold on to my blues.
And pretty soon I’m gonna be struttin’ around in my shinny boots.
I’m gonna be playin my music,
And people they come gather round’.
I’m gonna be playin’ my music,
And people they come gather round’.
Oh Yeah!