they call it the blues (Laughing like children, living like lovers) And I guess that's why they call it the blues And I guess that's why they call it the blues
His name is Doctor Long John and he answers every call You know, I went to Long John's office, I said "Doctor, the pain is killing me" I went to Long John
try to get a date My boss says, "No dice, girl, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
You know I'm goin' to the welfare Ask them can they help me some? You know I'm goin' to the welfare Lord, Lord, Lord Ask them can they help me some?
Well I'm sailin', sailin' Like a sail boat on the sea Well I'm sailin', sailin' Like a sail boat on the sea Well I'm just sailin', sailin' People, from
When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long
Did ya read about the flood? Happened long time ago In Tupelo, Mississippi There were thousands o' lives Destroyed It rained, it rained Both night and
Looking back through the years Like I got myself a time machine Memories flood around me People and places where I've been I had the blues for the lost
was just a young lad I wished I could be playing the Blues Now it's the twenty fist century We've come a long way Give a kid some Blues heros They're
Suffering With The Blues 2:32 Little Willie John (Conyers, Pemberton) Recorded Sept 18, 1956 King Single #4989 With Bill Doggett's Combo-Bill Dogget
I feel so suicidal Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones Lonely, wanna die If I ain't dead already Ooh girl, you know the reason why Black cloud crossed my mind Blue
Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine Hollerin' one mornin' in Avalon, couldn
Raise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine Raise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine They're so heavy, make a good man change his mind I asked you,
Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo' Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn If you come
Well all you ladies gather 'round That good sweet candy man's in town It's the candy man It's the candy man He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long
Wake up in the mornin' With a towel tied 'round her head Wake up in the mornin' Towel tied 'round her head When you speak to her You swear, she almost
This is the 'Coffee Blues', I likes a certain brand Maxwell's House, it's good till the last drop Just like it says on the can, I used to have a girl
Well, I was feelin' sad and kind of blue I didn't know what I was gonna do The Communists were comin' around They was in the air, they were on the ground
