) And I guess that's why 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
's a rollin' down the line Mister jailer, go away now, don't tell me no lies Mister jailer, away, don't tell me no lies When my train go down, she's
down to the Cumberland Mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day Made anymore, I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues
baby's gonna lose her sweet man Dupree come out with a losin' hand Baby's gonna weep it up for a while Then go out and find another sweet man's gonna
in a rock and roll band Shake the hand that shook the hand Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan Shine your shoes, light your fuse Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues
Guitar (simon) & violin (stephane grappelli) Instrumental
Been workin' hard just to feed my mouth Just can't keep them blues away There's one thing for sure and it's on my mind These certified blues are gonna
my clothes I didn't have so many But I had a long, long ways to go I ain't good-looking And my hair ain't curled I ain't good-looking And my hair ain't curled But my mother, she gave me something It's
Lord, I love my man, tell the world I do I love my man, tell the world I do But when he mistreats me Makes me feel so blue My man wouldn't give me no
shot me dead I found a liquid cure From my landlocked blues It'll pass away like a slow parade It's leaving but I don't know how soon And the world's
't talk about me when I'm gone Baby, are you against me too? Had a great idea the other night Come, A, Ti, Yi, Yippie, baby Look out When the blue of
I made him watch the six o'clock news And shine my shoes I got the help preserve 'em, don't deserve 'em Try and serve 'em, love 'em all blues Well,
Spinning 'round in circles Oh how I hate to be alone (It's no good) Looking all around me Trying to find out where ev'rybody's gone (Can't find anybody
Here's my philosophy Livin' in a penitentiary Brothers all on the corner Tryin' to make believe Turn around ain't got no pot to pee Make me mad when I
Well, it's four day in the morning And I haven't even closed my eyes Oh, it's four day in the morning And here I am, haven't even closed my eyes Oh,
to do I sit and cry and I sing the blues I sit and cry and I sing the blues Blues all in my bloodstream Blues all in my home Blues all in my soul I got blues
That's what I want) (Money) Never let you go (That's what I want) (Money) Give me everything you got (That's what I want) (Money) Yeah (That's what I want) That's
My love for you is like, is like a sweet refrain Real, real true love, is like a burnin', burnin' flame My love for you will live through storm and rain
