Text: Reba McEntire. Reba #1's. Can't Even Get The Blues.

I walk into the kitchen, the silverware is gone
The furniture is missing, I guess you got it all, uh uh
This is where it ought to hurt

Seems like every time you leave me
You try to think of something worse

I can't even get the blues no more
I try to worry like I did before
And nothing happens when I walk the floor
So what am I supposed to do?

I toss and turn but then I fall asleep
I'm going under but it's not too deep
You want to hurt me but it's just no use
I can't even get the blues

Well, this time ain't no different, the sun's up in the sky
Sitting on the back porch, clouds are rolling by
Oh, this is where it ought to rain

But it doesn't really matter
To me it's all about the same

I can't even get the blues no more
I try to worry like I did before
And nothing happens when I walk the floor
So what am I supposed to do?

I toss and turn but then I fall asleep
I'm going under but it's not too deep
You try to hurt me but it's just no use
I can't even get the blues

I can't even get the blues no more
I try to worry like I did before
And nothing happens when I walk the floor
So what am I supposed to do?

I toss and turn but then I fall asleep
I'm going under but it's not too deep
You want to hurt me but it's just no use
I can't even get the blues