Bowling Ball Blues

I’ve got the bowling ball blues.

I just cannot get a strike.

I bought these white leather shoes.

I paid a mighty fine price.

Come on now, roll like thunder,

Drop those pins asunder.

Cure my bowling ball blues

 

I’ve got the bowling ball blues.

Now all I want is a spare.

But all I get is bad news.

I’m always off by a hair.

Come on now, roll like thunder,

Drop those pins asunder.

Cure my bowling ball blues

 

I’ve got the bowling ball blues.

I gotta mark one more time.

I cannot let my team lose.

I finally found a good line.

Come on now, roll like thunder,

Drop those pins asunder.

Cure my bowling ball blues

LMKazmierczak   ©  1997