"Why Do Things Happen to Me" — the blues man's most existential question.
I wonder why
Why do everything have to happen to me
I wonder why
Why do everything have to happen to me
Well, i'm blue and i'm lonesome
My heart is filled with misery
Oh, so many strange things
They happen to me all day long
Oh, so many strange things
They happen to me all day long
Yes, it seems like everything i do
Everything i do is wrong
I had a good reputation
The greatest man in town
But i'm having so much troubles
Till they 'bout to drag me down
I wonder why
Why do everything have to happen to me
Well, i'm blue and i'm lonesome
My heart is filled with misery
I got up on my feet
I had lots of friends
But bad luck had hit me
Now i'm down again
I wonder why
Why do everything have to happen to me
Well, i'm blue and i'm lonesome
My heart is filled with misery
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- A B.B. King recording. The why question — the fundamental demand for explanation — is the blues at its most philosophically challenged by the apparent randomness of suffering.