Lyin' To Myself

Louis Armstrong · Golden Years Of [2003]

I'm lyin' to myself, cryin' to myself



Tryin' to make believe my baby's on the shelf



But it's more than I can do



Tryin' to find a way to bluff it through



I miss my lovin' and kissin'



When I hear the radio playin' "I Love You So"



That's the time, you know, I start to feel like ten below



I'm lyin' to myself



Tryin' to chase the blues away



Just because of foolish pride I tried to hide



All feeling's for Cupid's art



And though I've cried out loud that two's a crowd



That don't convince my heart



When I think of my sweet pet and the places we met



I tell myself I'm not a doggone bit upset



But I'm lyin' to myself,



Tryin' to chase the blues away