"Slowly Losing My Mind" — the blues man at the edge of sanity.
I've lost the right to say that I love you,
I've lost the right to say that you are fine
Yes, I've lost the right to say that I love you baby,
and I've lost the right to say that you are fine
I've lost the right to say that I need you like I do now baby
and I'm slowly losing my mind
Oh, you once told me how much you love me,
and I said God love us all
Oh, you told me once how much you love me baby
and I said God love us all
Yes, I was young and just a fool then baby,
and couldn't hear the lovers call
Oh, now I'm all alone and here waiting baby,
I have no one to call my own
Yes, I'm all alone and I'm here waiting baby,
I have no one to call my own
Yes, you are just a fool each lonely heartbeat says,
now I wonder why was I born
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- A B.B. King recording. Losing one's mind — the extreme destination of too much blues — is the tradition at its most psychologically intense.