Padlock on the Blues

I got a padlock on the blues
And I got the key to open up my mind
Unlock it what's inside me?
I never know just what I'll find
When it comes to my emotions
I got the blues of every kind

People ask, "Why don't you sing the blues
With a voice full of gravel and growl?"
I say, "I got my own style
And when I sing you're gonna hear that howl
I got to go with what I got
And what I got won't let me down"

Sometimes I stop to wonder
What some critics out there would have me do
But beware the green gods of envy
Pay no attention see it through
That's why I'm depending on you, people
Yes, I mean you and you and you and you