Randy Newman - The Blues Lyrics
Hes gonna tell you bout his dear old motherBurned up in a factory in springfield, mass.Hes gonna tell you bout his baby brotherHustlin down the city streetsAnd selling his ass for a dollar bagHes gonna tell you bout his uncle neddyLocked up in a prison out in oregonHes gonna tell you bout his best friend eddieKilled in a bar fight with a pair of marinesAnd a sailorOhHes got the blues, this boyHes got the bluesYou can hear it in his musicHes got the blues, this boyHes 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 playedHes got the blues, this boyHes got the bluesYou can hear it, you can hear itHes got the blues, this boyHes got the bluesA year ago, I met a girlI thought wed hit a massive grooveBut she dumped meAnd all wed hit were the bluesHes got the blues, this boyHes got the bluesYou can hear it in his musicHes got the blues, this boyHes really got the blues
