Blues in a Bottle

Lord, I wish I could
 Put these blues in a bottle
 And lock 'em up for good
 It'd be aged about right by now
 Have a pretty good bite and how
 We could pour it out and have a taste
 Be a shame to let it go to waste
 That's the real thing
 Rolling round your tongue
 Take a sip, have a little nip
 We can cork it up when we're done
 Lord, I wish I could
 Put these blues in a bottle
 And lock 'em up for good
 Telephone keeps ringing
 Radio keeps singing
 Some forgotten song from 1963
 Stirring something deep inside of me
 I may never
 See your face again
 But I wonder if you feel this way too
 When you take one on the chin
 Lord, I wish I could
 Put these blues in a bottle
 And lock 'em up for good
 Wish I could somehow
 Put these blues in a bottle
 And cork the stopper down
 That's the real thing
 Rolling round your tongue
 Take a sip, have a little nip
 We can cork it up when we're done
 Lord, I wish I could
 Put these blues in a bottle
 And cork 'em up for good
 Wish I could somehow
 Put these blues in a bottle
 And cork the stopper down
 Cork the stopper down
 Cork the stopper down