Текст песни Randy Newman - The Blues
Randy Newman - The Blues слова песни
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 sailer
Oh
He`s got the blues this boy
Has 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
Has got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He`s got the blues, this boy
Has 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
Has really got the blues