Smuggler's Blues

Juggler's blues

There's rhythm in the air tonight, I can feel it in my bones,

I had certain kind of feeling, a need to gather stones,

I knew I'd find a few, but I never knew the thrill,

as the balls shuffled and rounded always without spill

So baby, here's my ticket, to juggle with my hands

Here's a little fun right now, I hope it isn't bland

You be cool for twenty minutes, your wish is my command

It's not magic or a slight of hand,

nor a clever silly trick,

It's the nature of the business,

It's the juggler's blues

Juggler's blues

(to the music of Smuggler's Blues by Glenn Frey)