The Blues — текст песни (Randy Newman and Paul Simon)

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 himself 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 has got the blues.
You can hear it in his music.
He`s got the blues
this boy has 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 meand all we`d hit were the blues.
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 has really got the blues.