I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man
Who has taken all the heart aches,
And all the pain he can stand.
I am using all the colors of blue,
I have here on my stand.
I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.
I am so tired of how he feels inside,
I mix the paint with my hand.
I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man.
As I paint a wrinkled brow and hair that is turning grey,
Oh tell me how, how can I paint a smile
And eyes that keep turning away?
I am using all the colors of blue
I have here on my stand.
I am painting in oil, a portrait and I'm the man.
A portrait and I am the man.
Screamin' Jay Hawkins
