John Mayall - Mail Order Mystics

You've got some money, child, and I've got mine
Don't say yours is heavy if you ain't tried mine
So shake out that silver and cut out your crying
I'll sell you celebration if you'll buy my time
Don't tell me about your troubles, baby, I've got mine
All I wanna talk about is lovin' you blind

Don't tell me death is easy when I'm dying so slow
Go tell it to your doctor, it's what you pay him for
If he's an old one he'll be rolling round on the floor
It ain't that I don't hear I just don't listen no more
You can go ahead and shoot yourself, I don't mind
But all I wanna talk about is lovin' you blind

Can't you just go out and see the stars at night
Without asking someone lucky how to see them right
Mail order mystics never had it so good
You go ahead and listen like I knew you would
There's hours of conversation all about my sign
And all I wanna talk about is lovin' you blind

You've got money, child, and I've got mine
Don't say yours is heavy if you ain't tried mine
Mail order mystics never had it so good
You go ahead and listen like I knew you would
There's hours of conversation all about my time
And all I wanna talk about is loving you blind

Don't tell me about your troubles, child, I've got mine
And all I wanna talk about is lovin' you blind

Let's talk about it then