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
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