blows the sand It's a beautiful sight to behold Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver and the sun turns the daytime to gold And little boy blue
Blue star over my shoulder Blue star, can't you see? Blue star, it's a little colder She's gone away from me And I wish I never seen her with the sunlight
These hard times that I'm having I guess they call it paying dues That's just how things get goin' When fiddle player's got the blues Yeah, he's got the blues
fly and I'm lookin' in the eye Like I'm just about to blow a fuse Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues
party with him And while you're dancing so closely with him Don't let me cross your mind unless you choose To think of me when the band plays the blues
the electronic trees Shine the light, fix it right, now listen carefully Don't you go romancing with that pretty number 3 And that's why, why I got the robot blues
is my flower, I call her my easy hour She's a low special, and baby that's enough for me I got sorrow spells, I got sorrow spells She showed up low to the blues
tell me sleep is a gas and if I want to lay down But I'm sorry I woke you, I mean I've got the no sleep blues There's mayhem in this mansion, since
gift She knows how to make a cool breeze sigh Brings the warmth of summer to my bed at night And she brings the color of the sky too turquoise blue
Just a little Just a little bit Just a little Just a little bit Babe, I don't want it all (Just a little) I just want a little bit I don't want it all
pair of shoes Well, I'm goin' down South if I wear out 99 pair of shoes You know I will be welcome, I won't have these stranger blues These stranger blues
Eyes, blue eyes How many times must the words be spoken Eyes, blue eyes How many times must the heart be broken tonight Blue eyes, I don't want to lose you Don't lie Blue
shot down cause there's no more to lose Now we're headed to D.C. two by twos Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues Lookin' for my Congressman
to live in clover But they are such a chosen few, chosen few And clover being green is something I've never seen 'Cause I was born to be blue When there
When Sunny gets blue Her eyes get gray and cloudy Then the rain begins to fall Pitter, patter, pitter, patter Love has gone so what can matter No lover
Red top, my little red top See how you got me spinning Going round and round And I don't wanna stop You've got me so if I don't go 'round I am sure gonna
Oh, willow weep for me Weeping willow tree Bend your branches green Along the stream That runs to sea Listen to my plea Listen willow and weep for
Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya, uh huh, alright Sittin' here la la, waitin' on my ya ya, uh huh, she's outta sight May sound funny, but I don