This joyful existence

It's not what it could be

I can't lose all this loneliness

Where is my liberty



And when the blues has

Shaken up my mind

Well, I knew this blues

Sure the shakin' kind



Give me a drink of immortality

I need the nectar of divine

A short embrace of insanity

A kiss of will do

That would still be fine



* Bad wind

(It's) A real bad wind

Bad wind

A real bad wind

Bad wind

If it don't blow somebody some good



(* Repeat)



I know

Things don't always go my way

I own these blues

And I'll pay you someday



Now I'm as broke

As a poor man can be

Somebody pay the piper

To let my spirit free



(* Repeat)



It's a real bad wind

If it don't blow somebody some good



Give me a drink of immortality

Give me the nectar of divine

Must be a real bad wind

Bad wind

A real bad wind

Bad wind

It's a real bad wind

Bad wind

A real bad wind