Ain't got no fancy paper, but I got my degree
From majoring in rhythm, and dark philosophy
I roam across the country still looking back to Baton Rouge
I learned alotta lessons, I'm a Professor of the Blues
My baby found another and broke my little heart
Then I discovered drinkin', that's how i got my start
I went to school in Memphis, to get away from Baton Rouge
I learned another lesson, I'm a Professor of the Blues
And when I got to Cleveland, I thought that I would die
The women warm and willing, but they don't ever cry
I learned alot in Cleveland, but it's too far from Baton Rouge
Another painful lesson, I'm a Professor of the Blues
Way down in Texarkana, the lesson that I learned
Don't sell your soul for comfort or Buddy you will burn
A costly education, but it's the kind you never lose
I graduate with honors as a Professor of the Blues
Ain't got no fancy paper, but I got my degree
Combinin' tone with rhythm and dark philosophy
And now I'm down in Dallas, someday I'll get to Baton Rouge
There's work in Looziana for a Professor of the Blues.
PROFESSOR OF THE BLUES by stephenhsmith 11.16.03
12 September 2009
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