Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Blues, artist - Randy Newman. Album song Trouble In Paradise, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 11.01.1983
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
The Blues |
He’s gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother |
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass |
He’s gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother |
Hustlin' down the city streets |
And selling his ass for a dollar bag |
He’s gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy |
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon |
He’s gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie |
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines |
And a sailor |
Oh |
He’s got the blues, this boy |
He’s got the blues |
You can hear it in his music |
He’s got the blues, this boy |
He’s got the blues |
You can hear it, you can hear it |
When I was nine years old |
My daddy ran away |
With a woman he met on a train, oh |
His little boy |
Ran to the room |
Where his piano |
Lay in wait for him |
He played and he played |
He played and he played |
He’s got the blues, this boy |
He’s got the blues |
You can hear it, you can hear it |
He’s got the blues, this boy |
He’s got the blues |
A year ago, I met a girl |
I thought we’d hit a massive groove |
But she dumped me |
And all we’d hit were the blues |
He’s got the blues, this boy |
He’s got the blues |
You can hear it in his music |
He’s got the blues, this boy |
He’s really got the blues |