The Blues — текст песни (Randy Newman)





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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