Текст песни Randy Newman - The Blues
Randy Newman - The Blues слова песни
He`s gonna tell you `bout his dear old motherBurned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.He`s gonna tell you `bout his baby brotherHustlin` down the city streetsAnd selling his ass for a dollar bagHe`s gonna tell you `bout his uncle NeddyLocked up in a prison out in OregonHe`s gonna tell you `bout his best friend EddieKilled in a bar fight with a pair of MarinesAnd a sailorOhHe`s got the blues, this boyHe`s got the bluesYou can hear it in his musicHe`s got the blues, this boyHe`s got the bluesYou can hear it, you can hear itWhen I was nine years oldMy daddy ran awayWith a woman he met on a train, ohHis little boyRan to the roomWhere his pianoLay in wait for himHe played and he playedHe played and he playedHe`s got the blues, this boyHe`s got the bluesYou can hear it, you can hear itHe`s got the blues, this boyHe`s got the bluesA year ago, I met a girlI thought we`d hit a massive grooveBut she dumped meAnd all we`d hit were the bluesHe`s got the blues, this boy He`s got the bluesYou can hear it in his musicHe`s got the blues, this boyHe`s really got the blues