I’m tired of being a fool
And my mind going from hot to cool
And trying to conform to others ideas
And someone else’s rules
The life I’m living ain’t mine
I’m supposed to feel that’s fine
I didn’t make the world I’m living in
And I ain’t gonna toe the line
I’m tired of trying to be something I know ain’t me
I’m tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain’t that a crying shame
Now wouldn’t be a real drag if we were all the same
And I’m not going to try to please
Eyes that just don’t see
If I get myself together
You’ll have the blues not me
I’m tired of trying to be something I know ain’t me
I’m tired of living up to what people expect me to be
You know some people are different
Now ain’t that a crying shame
Now wouldn’t be a real drag if we were all the same
And I’m not going to try to please
Eyes that just don’t see
If I get myself together
You’ll have the blues not me
You’ll have the blues not me
Sang the chorus of this song to a Major while standing for a command inspection during my National Guard tour in 1971. Needless to say I spent the rest of the weekend scrubbing pots and pans in the kitchen of the Armory.